scoots

sometimes in the cd store, i stumble upon some guilty pleasure of my past. something that, when you look at it now is funny as shit.

but when i think of it now, i dont think about the songs, or the group, or the lyrics, but about me and my brother in our shared bedroom. he is on air guitar, and lead vocals, i have two wooden spoons and a pillow as drums. and in our minds, we were KISS!




if only mom knew the lyrics we were rocking out to....

'I really love you baby
I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby
Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay

No place for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun

You can't forget me baby
Don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama
So don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You'll sweat

No place for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, love gun'

scoots would be grounded without a clue why.

i gotta bring this cd home for xmas and go cruising with my bro.

ahhh good times.