Nineteen seventy-nine was so unkind I was losing my mind Studio 54, a dance floor, A glass heart tore me apart First heartbreak, first crush Solid gold, what a rush Before I got old Blondie on my old TV No reservations for revelations Obsessed by potential penetrations Too young to know yet, but fully equipped Adolescence slips, an unimaginable trip I figured out what it was for My jaw nearly hit the floor Urge overdrive, no release A taste of blood such a tease A new hunger to survive The kid can’t be revived Went from baseball cards To men’s magazines hard Earth-shattered, jeans splattered It was like a wet dream shattered I don’t believe in angels but I heard one sing with bells It was a long time ago one spring But its never lost that sting No reservations for revelations Obsessed by potential penetrations Too young to know yet, but fully equipped Adolescence slips, an unimaginable trip I figured out what it was for My jaw nearly hit the floor Urge overdrive, no release A taste of blood such a tease A new hunger to survive The kid can’t be revived Those lips, that dress Put me in immediate distress You know she tastes delicious I hated disco but slowly less Those eyes, those legs To see her bare my heart begs Never understood glam before An all over body shock to the core No reservations for revelations Obsessed by potential penetrations Too young to know yet, but fully equipped Adolescence slips, an unimaginable trip I figured out what it was for My jaw nearly hit the floor Urge overdrive, no release A taste of blood such a tease A new hunger to survive The kid can’t be revived Nothing equal could be found in the world Nothing quite as hot or intense hurled It wasn’t for several more years to whirl Until the advent of those go-go girls Lookin’ back I find it tragic How desperation more than magic Made growing up kind of dumb So much of it wrong and not fun No reservations for revelations Obsessed by potential penetrations Too young to know yet, but fully equipped Adolescence slips, an unimaginable trip I figured out what it was for My jaw nearly hit the floor Urge overdrive, no release A taste of blood such a tease A new hunger to survive The kid can’t be revived When I hear songs from then I get flashback déjà vu zen No karaoke can do it for me There was only one hot blondie Spoiler alert, this can’t be topped, The kid, when he finally popped, he almost cried on the floor But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He figured out what it was for His jaw nearly hit the floor Urge overdrive, no release A taste of blood such a tease A new hunger to survive The kid couldn’t be denied.
