Heaven knows that Brian was just a young boy, and he didn’t know what he wanted to be. He was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy, and I guess that was enough for me.
And heaven knows that Erin had some fun, boy, what a kick just a girl and me. She had every big-shot good-time band on the run, boy, and was living in a fantasy.
“To win the race?” he asked. “A prettier face,” she said. “Brand new clothes and a big fat place on your rock and roll TV.”
He didn’t let her down. And she didn’t give him up. They had some faith in the sound.
They way they played the game was not the same. It was sweet, it was salty and boy was it tart. And they got themselves happy.
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