I began to suspect a conspiracy among beautiful women against me. I remember working on a little carpentry one Sunday afternoon in my garage, building and laminating some frames during the Christmas break of ’82-’83, and pausing to play some acoustic guitar in my living room, and this is what came out. I wrote it for S., a beautiful friend of mine. The next time I saw her after that, I thought she looked even more beautiful. The two weeks that ensued were unbelievable as she began to play mind games with me, sensing my interest… This song reflects my pre-conspiracy sentiments.