I never forgave Michael Hutchence for taking up with Paula Yates (who I nearly met when I went to a recording of ‘The Tube’, if you’re old enough to remember what that was). He was the baddest of boys in the days when I longed to have a bad boy of my own. If he’d only chosen me instead of that slack Yates woman, he might still be alive today ;0)
It came out at the time when I was a regular disco goer, and whenever this was played, I’d transmogrify whoever I was dancing with into Michael, singing just for me. Those were the days.