Foreigner's 1981 album 4 is the only album anybody needs to own by the band. That the songs are cheesy schlock is undeniable, but it's really good cheese. It makes me want to grab a broom, dim the lights and get splinters. Waiting For a Girl Like You reminds me of Formica counter tops, glitter paint and grape juice. For four flawless minutes, the song builds like a midnight sandcastle. I should write romance novels.
Two hundred forty seconds of gentle, pining ache, and the guy fumbles the ball at the goal line. He asks, desperately 'won't you come into my life?' Evidently, the answer in in the negative. He emits this whiny falsetto that sounds like he's got brain freeze from moldy banana smoothies. (4:24 on the video). Some would argue that the effeminate whinny caps an already emotional gusher. They're right. It makes me laugh every time I hear it. My friend Amy said it best: All that passion, and he's probably singing about some girl who works at Cinnabon.'
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