I don’t know what happened. I was washing dishes and the boys were making slime and I had hit “shuffle” on the iPod and suddenly it was 1998.
Watched your sad blue eyes light up
It’s Friday night, get all dolled up
Maybe you’ll meet your man
Feel the pain so warm and tender
Even now I can still remember you
Incidentally, this album by Wild Colonials, an incredible group of artists, contains only good songs. Those were, and I suppose still are, quite rare. I suggest you check it out.