While I'm on the Tom Jones bandwagon, here is another torrid song about unrequited lust. The initial refrain-- overpowering brass with a choir in the background-- harkens out of one of those Cecile B. DeMille
Ten Commandments Biblical blockbusters from the fifties. While Tom Jones (even in platform shoes) is several inches shorter than Charlton Heston he nevertheless has the pipes. Think of Tom Jones as Michael Bolton with balls. They both produce vaginal lubrication with women, but at least Jones doesn't leave men scratching their heads and wondering
what the hell?