I was young. I was in love.
He was one of a handful of cute faces decorating my wall that I'd reach up to kiss each night before going to bed (thanks to Tiger Beat Magazine's crystal clear glossy centerfold posters).
When I see his face today... my mind wanders
back to a simpler time.
Where an innocence lived that even now...
46 years later...
I crave.
R.I.P. Davy Jones
You will always be a Superstar in my book...
I wanna be free,
Like the bluebirds flying by me,
Like the waves out on the blue sea,
If your love has to tie me,
Don't try me, say good-bye.
I wanna be free,
Don't say you love me, say you like me
But when I need you beside me,
Stay close enough to guide me,
Confide in me, whoa-oh-oh.
I wanna hold your hand,
Walk along the sand,
Laughing in the sun,
Always having fun.
Doing all those things
Without any strings to tie me down.
I wanna be free,
Like the warm September wind, babe,
Say you'll always be my friend, babe,
We can make it to the end babe,
Again, babe, I've gotta say...
I wanna be free,
I wanna be free,
I wanna be free.
And now you are free....
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| Davy Jones ~ Dec. 30, 1945 - Feb. 29, 2012 |
