Remember those days the early 90s?. We both applied for places at the same university. Ended up in London where we needed to be. To follow our obsession with the music scene. Wherever we went whatever we did. We knew the songs. They called us the pop kids. And quoted the best bits. So we were the pop kids. I loved you. I loved you. They called us the pop kids. I studied history while you did biology. We were young but imagined we were so sophisticated. Telling everyone we knew that rock was over-rated. And felt so chic. They called us the pop kids. And quoted the best bits. So we were the pop kids. I loved you. I loved you. They called us the pop kids. The pop kids. Remember those days?. It was a wet Wednesday night. We were worried that no-one would be going out. How wrong we were. When we turned the corner. There was already a queue stretching down the street. We swept straight in. . Oh I like it here. Oh I love it. Oh I like it here. Oh I love it. Oh I like it here. Oh I love it. Oh I like it here. I am never going home. I loved you. They called us the pop kids. And quoted the best bits. So we were the pop kids. I loved you. . |. |. |