who are susceptible to seduction by swarthy, pony-tailed men who use a barely competent acoustic guitar driven rendition of Extreme's 'More than Words' as a vessel through which to channel their lust.
FFS, it's 2009 girls......you're on a slippery slope that will lead to you orally pleasuring a member of Saxon's road crew in the back of a J-reg Bedford Rascal outside Warrington Parr Hall in exchange for a jizz encrusted laminated backstage pass. FACT!
Do I want in on this ballad fuelled ultra filth? You betcha.