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3 years later
"O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair!
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late
Into a world that doesn't care
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair"
She danced and ran up and down the bar clapping her hands, while holding the microphone.
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and
When radio was king
All eyes were on her and all hands clapped to the same beat.
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary
And we didn't know everything
She was on a roll! (Her voice had really improved)
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair!
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late
Into a world that doesn't care
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair!
Her bright red hair swung wildly.
When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the queen she turned all white,
A shade of pale
That's when they walked in… she slightly paused but didn't miss a beat.
Momma and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a
Letter in the mail
They didn't recognize her, well maybe it was what she was wearing. She was in boody-shorts, a belly shirt, big black hoop earrings, and lots of make-up.
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 when revolution was in the air
I was born too late
In a world that doesn't care
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair!
She had cut her hair to about shoulder length and dyed the tips black. She also got icy blue contacts to make her eyes normal, still exotic, but some what normal.
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stopped
And the super in-full high-way was still drifting out in space
One thing she noticed was there were 4 of them… but Raven wasn't with them.
Kids were wearing hand-me downs
Playing games meant kick rounds
And footballers still had long hair and
Dirt across their face
Wait that fourth boy looked really familiar. He wasn't wearing sleeves so she saw the tattoo on his arm… very distinct tattoo. It was an emerald green star with a blood red X through it. Also his voice was strangely familiar, almost robotic. Scary
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late
Into a world that doesn't care
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late
Into a world that doesn't care—
O I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair—
Finally she finished singing like she did every night for the past 2 ½ years for drunken and perverted men at this same 'coyote' bar. But as soon as she was about to be forced to have a shot taken from some old guy her friend, Becca, called to her, "Hey Kori! Come here and serve this young man and his friends!" As I looked at whom she was talking about and she felt like she was going to die.
Here you go well I think I am going through mid-teen crises so I won't be back for a while.
Lov Yas,
Vickie