This song greeted me as I walked through the casino on my way to the spa this morning.
I immediately flashed back to the summer of 1985, to the outdoor disco at the international camp I was attending in the middle of the boonies in Hungary.
Dancing to this song with a stable boy who spoke neither German nor English (my only two languages), while I spoke not a word of Hungarian.
All I remember about him was how he asked me to meet him at the disco.
I had gone for a ride that morning, and after returning to the stables he had drawn a little picture of people dancing, with a question mark hovering over their heads.
Then he'd pointed to himself and me.
I'd nodded eagerly.
Some things are universal and require no speech (or thought, for that matter, especially for teenagers!)
I was fifteen, and the fact that the song defined "suckage" was irrelevant to me.
I was in Hungary! Without my mother! Dancing with an older man! Who was a stable boy!
Life was sweet.