In the eighties, I had a radio.
I had a real bad haircut
And nowhere to go except Aladdin´s Castle & Eckerd Drugs.
She had sweat bands, she liked to break dance.
She wore a pair of shiny parachute pants.
I was geek & she was a superstar.
Was it just, was it just, was it just too much to ask?
Worlds were in the space between us.
I guess I should have made a sacrifice
Or tried to meet her set of standards.
I had a pretty good collection of Masters of the Universe.
I had Boba Fett & Greedo & I was pushing seventeen.
She had tapes of Chaka Khan & Kenny Loggins,
She knew how to backwards skate.
She had eyes that looked around for the boys
Who I had lately grown to hate.
At the time I was working on a novel
Just another fruitless side distraction.
I sometimes wondered what she´d think of that
What if I had wowed her with some fiction
Over wine & crackers by a lakeside?
Would she have just stood back up & moonwalked home?
was it just too much to ask?
Worlds were in the space between us.
I guess I should have made a sacrifice
Or tried to meet her set of standards.
But she didn´t have respect for the Stray Cats,
I did not have respect for that.
Rubik´s Cubes were not my style & they are still not
I was into D&D.
Nanananananananananana
Solo
When I look back upon the eighties
I never get pissed off at Ronald Reagan.
I never paid attention to him back then.
But that chick who wore the parachute pants,
The one who broke my heart, the one who broke danced.
I just hope that one day we will meet again.
I am not sure, I am not sure, I am not sure, no I am not sure.
I am not sure what I´d do,
I am not sure if even matters
Because I know wherever she is
She has got smth stuck up in her ass
And the closer to the shore that my ship gets
She can only, she can only, she can only eat herself alive
Eat herself alive.
Nanananananananana
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