An ode to 80s music...written by me. Its a nice day for a white wedding, But I always feel like theres someone watching me. I think Ill call Jennie at 867-5309, but shes out with Roxanne putting on the red light. So here I sit, just a kid in America, looking out a dirty old window. Here I go again, hanging on the songs and promises of yesterday. I wanna dance with somebody, but there’s something strange in the neighborhood. Who should I call? I feel so unsure, as I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor. The DJ said, don’t stand so close to me. But baby, I can’t wait. I ain’t talkin ‘bout love. My love is rotten to the core. Maybe I’ll call Rio, but she’s out dancing on the sand. She told me only the lonely can play. But my kiss is not on her list. So I’ll hold on loosely. Good lovin gone bad. I’ll just take it on the run baby. Cause I might find myself living in a shotgun shack, and I may find myself in another part of the world, And I may ask myself, well, how did I get here? Now I gotta go, Sister Christian said the time has come. So here I continue to sit, just a kid in America, looking out a dirty old window. Hanging on the songs and promises of yesterday. I can’t keep writing, cause if I do, I’ll melt with you.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 21:26:17 +0000
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