You come on like a flame, then you tear apart a shoulder...

The story:

Riding in the back of my friend's dad's pick-up truck, my friend
and I were singing loudly along with the Pat Benatar tape that
was playing in his boom box. I sang my version of "Fire and Ice"
while he sang his. He stopped and made me repeat that line. I
did. Sheepishly. He laughed his @$$ off. Ugh.