Οι Pretenders δεν υπήρξαν ποτέ απ’ τα αγαπημένα μου συγκροτήματα. Ίσως γιατί δεν κατάφεραν, στ’ αυτιά μου τουλάχιστον, να κρατήσουν την “υπόσχεση” που άφηνε το πρώτο τους άλμπουμ, απ’ το οποίο το τραγούδι που ακούμε. Προς τιμήν της Chrissie Hynde φυσικά – γεννημένης αυτόν το μήνα πριν από 72 χρόνια.

The Pretenders have never been one of my favorite bands. Maybe because they didn’t manage, to my ears at least, to keep the “promise” they gave with their debut album, from which the song we hear. In honor of Chrissie Hynde, of course, born on this month 72 years ago.

I like the way you cross the street
‘Cause your precious
Moving through the Cleavland heat
How precious
You’re taking nights and all the kicks
You’re so precious
But you know I ain’t shittin’ bricks
‘Cause I’m precious
Make me wanna
Make me wanna
Maybe make it
Oh your so mean
He’s picked at fifth and Euclid Avenue
Was real precious
Hotel, still and comin’ into view
How precious
Its a Pity that you bruised my hip
‘Cause I’m precious
You shouldn’t let your manners slip
You’re too precious
Make me wanna
Make me wanna
Maybe make it
Oh suck
We were bound, bound, bound, bound to shore way
We want to do it, do it, do it, do it on the pavement
Maybe, maybe I’m going to have a baby
We want to do it, do it all night
I was feeling kind of ethereal
‘Cause I’m precious
I have my eye on your imperial
You’re so precious
Now, Howard the Duck and Mister Strausbow Straid
Precious
Trapped in a world that they never made
But not me, baby, I’m too precious
Fuck off!
Make me wanna
Make me wanna
Mabe make it
Oh so mean