You say you don’t like it/ But I know you’re a liar.
,
Cause when we kiss...ooh, fire!
In 1984, that was my most favorite song in all the world. Even more than that woman singing in German that made me feel like I was really cool and in on something. It wasn’t the same sort of thing that was going on for Romeo and Juliet or Samson and Delilah, though. I could just tell, even though I’d only seen not-family kisses in the movies. I could feel it in the way my own body flushed as the song would start to play, and the way I’d get embarrassed when my brother teased me about my fondness for it, because it wasn’t a day that summer until I heard “Fire” once.
I got the earworm when the challenge came out.(Although it was pleasant for an earworm.)
erika, was it Bruce's version, or another, that was your version of the song?
Please, can someone fix all the italics....?
And heh - the song was the first thing that came into my head, but I already wrote my drabble about Bruce, Wembley 1981, and that song...
I might have the chorus wrong...it's been a while and I don't have that one.
Did I leave a tag open?ETA: Think I got it.
staggering in
5,000 words today. WMGGW is now at 212 manuscript pages.
My brain hurts.
My brain hurts.
It'll have to come out, then.
It'll have to come out, then.
Works for me. Do you have a grapefruit spoon you aren't using?
I've got a plastic knife.
