This track really rocks on stage and gives the band a chance to turn it up. Although it starts off gently (with a little 'Theme To Thirtysomething' kind of riff) this is another hard-bitten tune directed at a sexual partner who is overly demanding. This is not a lover who wants you to jump through hoops to please him, but more like a dependant who can't live without you. Sometimes that can be annoying. The song is full of imagery (not least in the title), comparing the lover to an alaoholic ("I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey/Hidden in the bottom drawer"), a baby ("I don't want to be your mother/I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months") and a zealot ("I don't want to be your idol/See this pedestal is too high"), among other things.
