echo and the bunnymen vide
on the tube
so, Ian mccullock, you were the sexiest man alive to me when i was a wee teenage girl. you had the sexiest voice, dressed amazing and had killer hair. Me and my best friend would play you super loud at her house, sing your songs whilst we hair sprayed our hair super spiky like yours and darkened our eyes with black eyeliner and pansticked our flesh pale. we drank strongbow cidre and danced semi naked from the floor to the beds as we spent hours getting ready to go out on that friday night..... i would carry your album in a plaggy bag to the disco and ask the DJ to play your song.... after hours of waiting, sitting on the edge of the dance floor, drinking cidre and orange.... you would be played, the dance floor would clear and the brid goths would take to the floor, loosing ourselves in the killing moon. As your song finished, and caribean queen by billy idol would follow, we would go back to the red velvet booth we'd been sitting in all night and continue to drink our cidre. we would scan the club for looky likey lads to make out with and pretend it was you.
on the tube
so, Ian mccullock, you were the sexiest man alive to me when i was a wee teenage girl. you had the sexiest voice, dressed amazing and had killer hair. Me and my best friend would play you super loud at her house, sing your songs whilst we hair sprayed our hair super spiky like yours and darkened our eyes with black eyeliner and pansticked our flesh pale. we drank strongbow cidre and danced semi naked from the floor to the beds as we spent hours getting ready to go out on that friday night..... i would carry your album in a plaggy bag to the disco and ask the DJ to play your song.... after hours of waiting, sitting on the edge of the dance floor, drinking cidre and orange.... you would be played, the dance floor would clear and the brid goths would take to the floor, loosing ourselves in the killing moon. As your song finished, and caribean queen by billy idol would follow, we would go back to the red velvet booth we'd been sitting in all night and continue to drink our cidre. we would scan the club for looky likey lads to make out with and pretend it was you.
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