Talk about obnoxious. Laying in bed with my head spinning, I can hear the beat of this song coming from Michael's room. This is one of the worst songs ever but Stephanie and I laughed our butts off making fun of this song and Michael too! Thats what big sisters are for right?
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Just to be clear, I was 14 or 15 at the time and Billy Squire was one of my first post Pat Benetar albums in my collection. I received it as a gift from a girl, which should serve as a wake up call to all fathers of girls. I also gave a copy of this album to a girl that I was dating for her 16th birthday.
Just to make sure that I was not the only one in the family with questionable musical taste at the time, I seem to remember a copy of a Loverboy album, the one with the guy in the red leather pants on the cover, melting on the back dash of the Impala. If I were a betting man, I would say that it was either Cathy's or Joe's.
My musical taste has progressed significantly. I haven't listened to Billy Squire in at least a week.
Oh my, that was, how can i put this delicately, the most godawfulpieceoffuckinggarbage I've ever heard. If that was my lil' bro' I'd need to seriously readjust his musical tastes.
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