OK, gotta get in on this; Pass That Bottle
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Thay was awesome! Love it!
The black haired girl reminded me of this girl I met at the local gas station. Similar hair, lotsa tats. And gorgeous. She was wearing a shredded L.A. Guns t. I'm in full Glamrock wear. Bells, western shirt, too much jewelry. 3" heels on my cowboy boots. Hair down. Doing my rockstar thing.
The line is long, and I'm like, "damn, I ain't seen a L.A. Guns t in ages!" She turns around and says, "yeah, it's my mom's. I totally stole it!"
Oh yeah, I'm not feeling old or anything when she says that! But we get to chatting. There's some very mild flirting going on. Innocent man. Really. I'm a loyal dog. She gets her turn at the counter, then it's my turn. Get my marlboror's and head outside. Guess who's waiting? "So like, you gotta a number?" I'm stammering like a 13 year old boy. "I'm uhm, like, uhhh. I'm mmmmmarried!" 
My ego was twenty times it's normal size (which is considerable standing alone) when I got home! Oh man, Mrs. Glam didn't hear the end of that for weeks. Totally played it in my favor.
Great tune! Thouroughly enjoyed it. And thanks for reminding me of the girl half my age and all that.