But the combined effect feels like being bathed in the warm glow of a candlelit room or the first shock of rain on a summer day. Her sparse arrangement—just a bass line and some jazzy snaps—really allows her voice to shine and those lyrics to burn up. Talk about shaky knees. This girl in pigtails, all these bodies intertwined, a mind-fuck of irresistible forces. It steams until it simmers, warm to the finish. Its mild suggestiveness was still a little too racy when it was released, though, and the subject matter became an issue when the Stones were slated to appear on The Ed Sullivan Show. Fully complicit and fully uncomprehending. Wild-eyed with this brand new sense, a power at once electric and loathsome and depraved and thrilling. So much, this body. Tom drums tumble to climax just shy of the three-minute mark—but for only a second, before cooling. Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done. When the instruments fall away and leave only Aretha and her back-up singers, they sound positively breathless; their exhalations are nearly X-rated. Simple chords, simple lyrics—sometimes getting straight to the point is the sexiest thing a song can do. But the moment of ignition comes later: This song works for meaningful romps only—so that heartstrings and limbs weave into an enchanting macrame, a sturdy rope that lassoes souls tightly together. On top of a steady, rolling drum line, Green sings about how and why he and his lover should stay together and keep on loving each other forever with a vulnerability that would make any woman tremble.