I woke up this morning with a song spinning in my head. The tune has been stuck there all day, playing over and over, and I fear I'll get no relief until I post something here at The Lunch Counter.I played the song to death on my mid-sixties 'record player'. The walls of my room were plastered with the singer's pictures.
I love this woman and I love this song. Twenty-two never looked so good or sounded better than this.
All I Want is you, Ronnie.
Your loving fan,
Phineas Boogaloo
Now, please... let me get some work done.
2 comments:
...and she got out alive
Yes she did. (I've been meaning to read her her autobiography for years. Still haven't tracked it down.)
I can't imagine what that freak put her through.
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