Sometimes I wish I knew how to ice skate the way I did back in the day
You know..
When going to the rink was all about meeting boys!
Get me on skates now?
Oh Hell no!
Need me to repeat that?
Hell to the no!
And no I’m not sulking because I can’t participate in memory making family moments
It’s because they’re blasting Salt-N-Pepa
In my mind I’m weaving in and out of the slow-pokes and wall-people
In reality I’m relegated to “behind the glass” shaking my booty by my lonesome
Okay that’s a lie
I’m amongst a mass of people too scared to get their Dorothy Hamill on just like me..
Can you hear the music’s pumping hard like I wish you would..
Now push it..
Push it good..
And just like that you just updated your ipod didn’t you?
