OMG, find them!!!!! I remember my mother, a very strict Black Baptist, oh she was livid! Ruination she said. Then when I was a teenager, all the songs that mentioned sex explicitly, same thing.

I remember visiting her one time in the early 90s. I stopped by to say hello, I was on my way out to the club with friends from university and she stood in her doorway and tried to stop me leaving because of my red lipstick and short denim skirt. Lord, if that woman had known what else I'd been up to, LOL.

And her poster child, my brother Brucie. He was no saint. He's a Boomer as I mentioned. She died thinking he was pure and true....he gave me my first beer, my first joint (which I didn't smoke, I saw the ads, I wasn't having fried egg brain, brains was all I had), but you get the idea.