Music Monday

If you don't like this song, there is seriously something wrong with you.

Seriously.

This is one of "our" songs and I have loved it since the first time I heard it, long before we had met.

And if you don't like it, then I will have to just ask you to leave. Now.

Comments

chichimama said…
Wow! Total flash back! I loved that song in the day and had totally forgot about it!
4:33 AM
Suzanne said…
There you have it -- my very favorite 80s song. Thanks so much for posting this!

(I can stay, right?)
4:51 AM
dgm said…
Please, can I stay anyway? I'll be good.
5:24 AM
Steph said…
Phew - I get to stay :) I love the song, too.
5:59 AM
Sunshine said…
I don't think you could have lived thru the 80s and NOT like that song. It was totally nonthreatening. It gives me the high school "vibe" when I hear it.
7:29 AM
Suz Broughton said…
Yep, love this song. On my iPod in the "driving with windows down" playlist. thanks for posting the video
7:51 AM
Nance said…
Well, holy crap! I'm too late to the party. I clicked and it says "we're sorry. this video is no longer available." ;-(
8:04 AM
Gina said…
Nance, I put up another one for you!
8:40 AM
Atasha said…
:) I remember this song and I still like it.
11:10 AM
Trixie Twatwaffle said…
Missed ya!!
5:20 PM
Liz said…
Never heard it before. Who is it? I guess this is good-bye, haha.
5:52 PM
Nance said…
Level 42!! This is on my iPod and is one of my ALL-TIME FAVES. The lyrics make absolutely no sense in most of the song, but who cares? It's totally great. LOVE IT. Thanks, Gina.

Hey, miss you over at the Dept.
6:27 PM
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