I did not write these lyrics, I wish I had for watching my mother let her hair down
and go wild in the air, as we danced to this song when it came out in the early 90s,
was so fucking fun
Gloria Trevi, glamorous galaxy of tragic sad stars twirling
from the void sparkling
you were whippin’ your hair back and forth before
Willa Smith was even a twinkle in the Prince of Bell Air’s eye.