Parachute Pants And Hacky Sack

the march of the 80's
high hair and sweat pants
at a glance
parachute pants and hacky sack

Boy George on the microphone
London England long way from home
miss me blind
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screams from adoring fans with the plans
the notion of dresses in his sage presence
smoking weed outside on the patio
the aura of Reagan economics was in full view

you come and go
you come and go
soaring ever higher then ever before
straight to the heart at the high school dance

stick your tongue down her throat for a chance at romance

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