The perfect pop song - great walking bassline, jangling guitars, beautifully crafted twangy solo and Chrissie Hynde’s wonderful vibrato-laden voice.

The subject is very odd for a pop song, the record of an intimate and emotional exchange between a mother and daughter. Apparently Chrissie Hynde once explained that it is about a prostitute talking to her only child, who has just found out her mum’s ‘profession‘. But as with all good songs - you don’t really need to know that - the lyrics are left open and it’s broad enough for the listener to put their own meaning into it. I find it a very human and heartfelt song which, unusually, explores a difficult area of relationship that arises with a child - normally it would be with a lover.

Looking at the video of Chrissie Hynde now I’d forgotten what charisma she has – one of the original rock chicks who, unlike Blondie’s Debbie Harry, never quite got as much recognition as she deserved.