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