Once, when I was very young, I danced on a rickety, beer stained dance floor in my tiny home town with a boy to Sunday Morning by No Doubt. It stuck in my head. There were many nights on that dance floor prior, and for a long time after until they pulled it down, that as I have grown, have melded into the memory of one long night rather than the many small events that built my mid teen years. But that one night, that I can still tell you was a Saturday that I had asked off work pretending to be sick, that was the first time I remember hearing Gwen, and letting that boy hold my hand and see how much I was in love with him. My god I was so in love with him. And Gwen, she knew. She knew everything.
That boy, he didn’t stick with me as well as Gwen did, but those reasons are left best burnt with the wood from that old building of those teenage years. I can still see how he looked at me as we sang and jumped and threw ourselves around as teenagers tended to do to angsty ska punk back in 1995. I’m pretty sure, on seeing him now, his eyes haven’t changed.
Gwen Stefani Songs
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