the first sign of personal freedom is listening to the music your parents listened to when you were a kid, without embarassment. i figured that out when i bought the gordon lightfoot cd with “the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald” on it. and i’m stickin’ by it. you sing, girl!
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there…
yanno, whenever i’d do karaoke and request to do this song, all my friends would ask “you’re doing THAT? what the hell for?” and yet, when it came my turn to sing, they’d ALL sing along…
the first sign of personal freedom is listening to the music your parents listened to when you were a kid, without embarassment. i figured that out when i bought the gordon lightfoot cd with “the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald” on it. and i’m stickin’ by it. you sing, girl!
it’s okay heathery, i still love you :)
Uh… then what will I use to torment you???
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there…
yanno, whenever i’d do karaoke and request to do this song, all my friends would ask “you’re doing THAT? what the hell for?” and yet, when it came my turn to sing, they’d ALL sing along…