1969
Lost in my youth coming from this old vinyl
groovin the grooves and riding the vibes
that take me back to
1969
Black lights, a strobe or two,
share some smoke between me and you
back to when, hair was in
her hip huggers, my bell bottom jeans
and we know what groovin means
Puffed up hair, never square
peace was love and love was peace
and war was across the water
When you were fresh and I was lost in you
I close my eyes and I realize
1969
until the music stops
and drops me back to now
Flip the disc, and wish
your worries away for at least until side B is thru
download no mp3 for me
no blue tooth
ever since my youth
vinyl is final
You say look at this crazy old fool
lost in the past
oh how I wish it would last
1969
a time when I was yours and you were mine
hip huggers and bell bottom jeans
and we know what groovin means
tmc
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