Originally a hit for The Supremes in 1966, this cat and mouse tale of tangled yo-yo heartstrings got a big shoulder padded face lift courtesy of Kim Wilde's 80s version.
And so is the go to tune for Elizabeth, every time she breaks up with Brad. This on again off again affair has been going on for the best part of a decade, starting when she was 31, working in the typing pool at Laubermann & Young Real Estate. Brad was, and still is, the branch manager.
She was immediately impressed by his fancy hi-fi system, on which he used to blast So by Peter Gabriel, and less so by his racing car bed linen, but pressed on regardless, and now has many bittersweet memories of their weekends spent at car shows, and home improvement expos, and various introductory sessions pertaining to dubious financial pyramid schemes.
But the fickle nature of his affections has driven her to distraction, with the latest breakup caused by her less than encouraging attitude towards his desire to purchase a canoe.
Now a fuller figured woman, she rocks an ill-fitting two piece polyester like nobody's business, and blasts this tune while doing her nodding pigeon dance, all the while quaffing industrial quantities of sparkling burgundy and puffing on menthol cigarettes.
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