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Paul Anka's "Put Your Head on my Shoulder".
Site was the Friday night junior high dances at the Y and I had a huuuge crush on a guy named Wayne. Tall, handsome, blond. Totally out of my league. Who am I kidding? I didn't HAVE a league; I had never danced with a guy who wasn't forced to during the once-a-month gym class ballroom dancing lessons when the boys were admitted to the girls' gym.
The fantasy was that he would hold his hand out, ask me to dance and That.Song would be playing.
The reality is that he wouldn't have pi$$ed on me if I was going up in flames.
That song, every time I hear it, makes me hopeful again.....
Site was the Friday night junior high dances at the Y and I had a huuuge crush on a guy named Wayne. Tall, handsome, blond. Totally out of my league. Who am I kidding? I didn't HAVE a league; I had never danced with a guy who wasn't forced to during the once-a-month gym class ballroom dancing lessons when the boys were admitted to the girls' gym.
The fantasy was that he would hold his hand out, ask me to dance and That.Song would be playing.
The reality is that he wouldn't have pi$$ed on me if I was going up in flames.
That song, every time I hear it, makes me hopeful again.....
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