We go way back.
1980 I think it was.
When we first laid eyes on eachother.
I always said you reminded me of my boyfriend.
He was from New Jersey too.
(oh, by the way - he's my husband now.)
Tonight - we meet again.
Me over here.... you, over there.
With 20,000 of our closest friends between us.
But that's ok. You'll know I'm there.
I'll be the one in the sky box,
wearing the "Slippery When Wet" t-shirt I bought
at your concert in Ft. Lauderdale 1986 .
.
Oh yeah.
It still fits.
Just like those those faded jeans.
They still fit too.
They're
Not old....
....just older.
Kinda like you.
And kinda like me.
1 comment:
I once had a close encounter with JBJ. Can't remember if I ever told you about that. Jersey boys are the best! I married one too. (this is acey. having trouble remembering my blogspot log-in)
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