Deirdre Flint: King Of The Rollerama lyrics
At twelve my friends read Teenbeat and wrote to Peter Frampton
Hung staple-scarred Leif Garret posters by their beds
It all seemed rather shallow, (my love was more mature)
It was the kind that ripped an adolescent heart to shreds
All week I'd dream about him in science and in math class
I couldn't eat I couldn't sleep til Saturday arrived
Then I'd don my macram
