For the most accurate description of this foul, embarrassing, overly emotive piece of 70’s “sensitive singer/songwriter” manure, I defer to Dave Barry:
…”Sometimes When We Touch,” sung by Dan Hill, who sounds like he’s having his prostate examined by Captain Hook.
Another, Hey Baby, I Won’t Say I Love You, But I love Putting It In You song.
My working theory, as 70’s abominations keep emerging here, is that these are the sad bastard offspring of Laurel Canyon.
Like, you want to be James Taylor, but you kinda suck.
Much as Elliott Smith spawned dozens of whisper-rock wannabes who should have been systems analysts, these pining troubadors might have been better suited to careers as insurance salespeople.