It’s type of fitting that this tune was successful in 1986, the peak of the greed-is-good, conspicuous consumption Eighties; it’s the final word trophy-wife ballad (barely edging out Eric Clapton’s "Wonderful Tonight"). To some, the video (like New York’s ball scene) represented the last word democratization of beauty. A sugar-crusted, plinky-plonky gradual waltz through which the singer would like to "Save every day/’Til eternity passes away/Just to spend them with you" - and makes you're feeling that eternity crawling as you watch for the song to end. A longstanding punchline for exaggerated sitcom courtship routines, it strings its clich