I would not at all be surprised if I danced to Too Shy, Too Shy followed up with Promises, Promises ....

I would not at all be surprised if I danced to Too Shy, Too Shy followed up with Promises, Promises .... it was a weird one to dance to because it was dark and sexy but funky and poppy - I never did a drug in my life back then - well, still haven't except Xanax might be the worst? - but that music was TRIPPPY as fuck and just wonderful wonderful wonderful - and everything was pointy and smelled like Aqua Net.
-L. Stafford

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