G:Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
S:Come on, open up! This is me, Spikey.
I'm in contact with some quite important spiritual vibrations.
Come on. Hit me with it.
W:There's this girl. She's someone who can't be mine,
and it's as if I've taken love heroin, and now I can't ever have it again.
I've opened Pandora's box and there's trouble inside.
S:Yeah. Tricky, tricky.