Forgotten Rebels I Think Of Her
Every time I think of her, I close my eyes. She was a velvet doll, she was a punk rocker. When I walked off stage I fell in love with her. I stared at her from across the bar - I want her near to me. So close and dear to me. Later that night she asked me home, so I took her home where we were all alone. I think of her, when she's not around. I think of her, when she's in the underground. I think of her, when she's not in town. I think of her. I held her tight as she clutched my hand. Can you understand? I gotta be her man. She became special to me just in a night. You see the dreams we have, the dreams we shared. The for awhile, for about a week we played a silly adult game of hide and seek. But now I gotta have that girl to be with me forever. Baby! I think of her, when she's not around. I think of her, when she's in the underground. I think of her, when she's not in town. I think of her.
