Even in my heart…I see…you’re not being true to me
Deep within my soul…I see, nothing’s like it used to be
Remember that, anybody, anybody, anyone???? :-). Let me jog your brains more. Picture this:
White shirts. Drenched and getting thoroughly splashed by innumberable hoses (showers?). Five guys. A whole lot of madly pulsing female hormones. Bait.
Anyone who didn’t get it…I bet you’re not a legal adult yet…in which case, get off this page!!!!! Heheehhe….The Backstreet Boys….teenage-girl-magnets. Anyone know what happened to them?
I, like a lot of my generation, had a multi-crush on all the members of this non-musical band. Back then I was too cool to admit it. Now that age and senility (and beshaarmi…kya Karen, is umar mein kya beizzati hogi?) have caught up with me, I gleefully admit to have sighed longingly at AJ’s wild hairstyles, pooh-poohed at Nick’s wannabe one and drooooooled over the blue eyes of…umm….whatsisname.
Today on my playlist, sandwiched between ‘When Love and Hate Collide’ and ‘Time’ was ‘Quit playing games with my heart’…which finds a place here purely on sentimental reasons. I wonder whatever happened to the idols of my wonder years. Guess they grew up, got married and found careers too. Ah well.