elevator music with sting in tail

so you're choosing yr canned tomatoes when over the supermarket soundsystem you hear this quincy jones song and it's all about dozens of roses w/ baby's breath and violins with yr beef wellington and meaningful looks over crystal flutes of real champagne - OR IS IT?

"later in the night
she reflects
that she owes you
the sweetest of debts
if she wants to pay
find one hundred ways"

so think again - james ingram isn't the puppy dog eyed romancer he at first seems! he has no intention of buying you the moon or fetching that last star for you, not without getting his payback... he's nothin but a sweet-talkin 'joy of sex'-totin sheister.