First Love
I’ am still dreaming of you Of course I still love you, After thirty two years Of dreaming of you It's the only logical Thing to do I remember The night you left me, We walked to the bus stop In the rain, After the youth club dance, Slade had been playing Good bye too Jane, You kissed me, Then jumped on a red bus High heels On Metal clanging stairs, You slid open a window Threw out a coke can, I was expecting a blown Kiss A rolled up note Stuck in the ring-pull slot, Mick I think a lot of you... Sign in to see full entry.