So December...

This is what happens when you trip out on Prozac and Midol stimulants while contemplating peroxide status (inspired by the Nov./Dec. '03 issue of ElleGirl) and wishing you were born an Englishman in the 1950s.

...

On the walk down 128
I can hardly stand the wait
For a puff and a sigh
Oh, I'm always so shy
With that redhead, floppy-haired boy

So I'll try to find the words
Before the paper stops the burn
Can't keep up with the chat
Must've looked like an ass
To that redhead, floppy-haired boy

No time to dance
I guess I missed my chance
With that redhead, floppy-haired boy

Wouldn't dare to say
He's too young anyway
Oh, that redhead, floppy-haired boy

So I'll bum you another smoke
So I can start to hope
You'll slide your hand into mine
Gonna get my time
With that redhead, floppy-haired boy

Never dared to say
Don't have the nerve anyway
With that redhead, floppy-haired boy

No time to dance
Guess I missed my chance
With that redhead, floppy-haired boy