For this week’s song, I’m going with something that has been stuck in my head for the last week. I can’t remember how it came up, but I’ve been singing it for so long that I should probably sick of it by now, but it is rather hard to get sick of this song.
Apparently, this song is written about prostitutes that Sting saw in Paris, which I guess makes sense when you listen to it. It’s got a fun tango feel, and the words just stuck in your head like crazy. It even did pretty well in the charts in it’s heyday.
Take a listen and let me know what you think!