I was at the concert
with the other screaming fans
The music was loud and harsh to my ears
He raised his hand
Then we all screamed
The Face is what we called him
He had a beautiful look
Forever young, with his
blue eyes and long cascading hair
It was so blond and to the back of his knees
He was my size
Small, thin, and wore tight pants
Everyone made fun of him
but I didn't care
I met him in a bar
I asked for a lock of his hair
He said sure, and cut it for me
I asked will he ever cut his hair
and he said no.
I kept it all these years
now he's old, and forgotten the words
he cut his hair to show the earrings in his ear
He is still The Face
And I will always go back to
the loud concert
and scream his name
when he raises his hand.
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