This was a comment I left on Kate's myspace.
In my head you and my first girlfriend are all mixed up. For one thing, she looked like you, she was a redheaded southern girl. She gave me several of the B-52's tapes back in 89. And one night, we made love in a gravel parking lot between a church of christ and a graveyard while listening to Cosmic Thing. She sang the lyrics to Junebug with while she was taking off her bra. Sort of like a lapdance.
When we broke up she took all of the tapes back.
I miss that girl. I bought all the cd's on my own, later.
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