Lita Ford

(Ford, Holiday, Carter, Dennison)
Twenty-one, so young and tender but blue
I remember, I remember laughing for no reason with you, laughing
Sharing a bottle on the stairs
That led to your wooden room
Full of cigarettes and green glass bottles
YesterdayВґs meal by the mattress on the floor
Where we danced...
In the garden below your window
Where I first began to know
To know you
Joe
Whisper the memory but not too loud
Remember the symphony when we were allowed, to play?
Touch my hand, show me how, stroke my brow
I need to know now that I can dance with you
I wanna dance with you, I wanna dance
Like I did when I first began to know you, Joe
A now I gotta say
*I think I wanna ride
I think IВґm gonna fly along on your magic carpet