I am in the back of the station wagon, unfettered
God it seemed like that fucking song was on a neverending loop for about six months. MTV must have played it once an hour.
Sex education was a muttered warning about the school janitor
Living on the Edge is a completely different song.
Man I do miss the red velur/velvet whatever people used to put in cars. I thought it was a nice ascetic.
I rode in an older luxury one (I’m not sure how luxury a Chrysler New Yorker was seen at the time, but it had clearly been a premium model) years later as an adult and it was plush and comfy. Kind of annoying to get in and out of because it really grabbed at your clothes, but I can understand why it was once seen as a luxury feature, especially compared to the vinyl in my dad’s pickup truck!
Don’t worry, in a few years it will be Kenny G and Virginia Slims.
And eventually XXXTentacion and a Juul
lightening
The fumes make it hard for Elmo to think.
Wouldn’t you be listening to Living on the edge by Aerosmith?
As long as you’re not Living on a prayer. I’ve listen too much of that song.
You’re halfway there
This is what I opened the comments for.
Also a reminder that Steven Tyler is a predator in the bad ways.
