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An Open Love Letter to the 1980s
1980s- You make my dreams come true. I can’t fight this feeling anymore, so it’s time for me to stop dancing with myself and let you know that I’m gonna keep on loving you.
Do you remember when all we wanted was to have nothin’ but a good time? You were a centerfold, and I, I was big in Japan. We met at Tom’s diner as purple rain fell all through the night. You were adorned by a raspberry beret, claiming you were a material girl from a northern town. I was a sharp-dressed man and introduced myself as Luka. I had just returned from my vacation in Africa.
Drunk on that sweet red, red wine, I tried inviting you to my love shack, a meager attempt to become your part-time lover. “Don’t stand so close to me! Keep your hands to yourself,” I heard you shout, “I’m Jessie’s girl.” I looked at you intensely, replying, “What I am about to say is straight from the heart. But, don’t get me wrong. What I like about you…you pretty young thing, is the eternal flame emanating from those Betty Davis eyes.”
You found me simply irresistible and said that we could be secret lovers even though you were somebody’s baby. So we got in my pink Cadillac, a fast car, and drove down the freeway of love. I introduced you to white lines because I just…
