I can see you
your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got that hair slicked back
and those Wayfarers on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
after the boys of summer have gone.
It’s 1984. I’m back in CT after Philly beat the shit out of me. I’m 19, and I feel older than I do today. And this was playing everywhere.
H/T Paul Ferguson. You started it.