Coolest girl there, most hip and super sweet, you are sexual and you are brash and you are shaking up everything that I ever knew about myself – from skirts to kisses, from music to being in love.

And if you'd look at me, I'd just fall apart.

'How Soon Is Now?' is spinning against the walls of this house, of this party where no one knows anyone else's name and if you'd look at me… if you'd look at me… if you would just look at me, I might swoon.

And, just so you know, I don't do that for everyone.

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It's bubblegum on my lips, sugar and sass, but I guess you'd taste like something illegal.

I've seen the films, caught the flashing of New York streets and I know about CBGB's and I can't sing for shit – but I'd let you teach me, alto and bass and beautiful fucking music…

You tear your jeans, one day, on barbed wire and no one knows where you'd even find a farm in this city. But you start a trend and everyone follows your lead.

You were Madonna before there was a Madonna – lace and leather, neon of red and blue.

You were a club-kid when clubs still closed at nine and when kids still took naps.

Like my little brother, Big Bird pajamas. Like your little sister, She-Ra dreams.

And, just so you know, I don't think this way for just anyone. Just you, only you.

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So close to dancing together, you are just a touch away and New Order has always been my secret favorite – would you hate me for disowning Joy Division?

Would you, could you, should you?

But you are the coolest girl, most hip and super sweet, you are sexual and you are brash and you are shaking up everything that I ever knew about myself – and you are right here.

'I used to think that the day would never come, that my life would depend on the morning sun…'

And you look at me, Valley High and Ramones, and you don't smile, but you move closer and you don't shy away and you smell like clover…………………

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"Is there a farm around here?"

"How should I know?"

But I think you are lying, just a little bit, because your torn-up jeans are flung on the floor and your scent is like every summer memory and the coolest girl in the entire world isn't going to just give up everything about her life…

Not yet, anyway, and I can wait.

"I don't do this, you know, with just anyone…"

And she doesn't smile, but she comes damn close, with her faded t-shirt and smoky laugh and we are having sex – for the second time – as The Motels coasts out of her speakers.

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