Don’t get me wrong; I do, too. She was my biggest celebrity crush, from the time I was 13, until well into my 30s, and I still enjoy her music. I was just having some fun with it. 
Good man.
I’ll be checking back here in a few years for:
Absolute WTF, ‘what were they thinking’ hijacks and hijinks in old SDMB threads
Nonsense. 
I concur. Not all of her stuff is gold, of course.
Afternoon Delight just makes me happy.
Billy, keep your head low-oh-oh
I thought she rode the rails with Kris Kristofferson.
Y’know, I’ve really enjoyed my time with all you other Dopers since I joined back in 2010!
We’ve had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
“But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach”
…huh?
Strip off your pride; you’re acting like a teeny-bopper runaway child.
They wanted to reach for the stars, but the closest they could possibly come was checking out starfish on the beach. Their hopes and dreams far outstripped their abilities, ambition, intelligence, and lyric writing competence.
We had brand new roller skates and brand new keys!
In the playgrounds of our minds!
She’s gonna love me in my Chevy van and that’s all right with me.
But you won’t need no camel when I take you for a ride.
Between this and the ’ Rock albums that define the 1970s’ thread, I’m having a lot of nostalgic, AM radio staticky, Earth-color tinted memories stir up. Lots of Avocado and Harvest Gold shades.
Where we’re going, we don’t need camels.
Send your camel to bed.
Let’s slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust
If you like makin’ love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
What was it with the 70s and doin’ it on sand dunes?
I feel like that could get awkward fast.
People who hold romantic notions about sex in the sand have forgotten their childhood days at the beach. You remember, when your mother would make you shake out your suit before she’d let you get in the car, and the pile of sand that collected by your feet made you 3 inches taller?
Now imagine that sand getting into intimate places while you are trying to get busy. Sex on the beach (or on the dunes) is something you do once.
Cracked.com had an article about the ways all those romantic places to get busy - beaches, pools, cars - are actually uncomfortable or unsafe. Cars are cramped, chlorine dries up natural lubrication, and beaches are like having sex wrapped in sandpaper.
In my experience, it’s something you start to do once.