But the very young need the sun, uh-huh.
Pretty baby, you look so heavenly,
A neo-nebular from under the sun.
I was forming, some say I had my chance
The boys were falling like an avalanche.
When I discovered Blondie's breakthrough album, Parallel Lines, those lines filled my teenage mind with jealous fantasies. Whoever the object of Deborah Harry's desire was—I knew it was probably Chris Stein, her bandmate and romantic partner—was too lucky to walk the earth. Possibly, Stein wrote the lines for her, and she willingly sung them to him. In a…