I remember going to Spinning Wheels skating rink and “Fast” skating to Girls, Girls, Girls. That was a time when I didn’t really understand the full complexity of the lyrics or the lead singer’s fascination with Girls… I do now.
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to make me tight are
Girls, Girls, Girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls, Dancin’ down on Sunset Strip
GirlsRed lips, fingertips
I remember a couple’s skate where this girl asked me to dance. She had long black curly hair and could have been an older version of that girl that played Curly Sue. I was actually asked out by girls quite a bit when I was younger, too bad that isn’t happening now. Anyway, Curly Sue asked me to skate and as we made our first lap the DJ stopped and said, “Hold on, it’s not time for the couple’s skate yet.” Curly Sue turned and looked at the DJ and said “Can you make up your FU$KING MIND!”
If you could travel back in time and watch my life like a fly on the wall then you would know that we grew up in a very chaste house and the use of profanity was strictly prohibited. Saying the “F” word while holding my hand was almost as bad as me saying it myself and the fact that there were only about 4 other couples on the dance floor at the time I was embarrassed and shocked and I almost peed my pants.
Curly Sue didn’t release my hand right away. We skated off the floor and then she let go of my hand and said she would be back for the couple’s skate. Two songs later the DJ said, “Time for a couple’s skate!” I ran and hid in the boys bathroom because I didn’t want to skate with this eight year old floosy who used the “F” word in public.
I’m such a good good boy
I just need e new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I’ll keep you overemployed
Girls, Girls, Girls… still just as complex to me as they were when I was eight, but now I know better than to skate with the ones that use the “F” word.