Dear Mickey,
I know it's been a few years since we've talked but I'm just starting to get over you. I'm feeling so much better now or so I thought, I mean, I have a new boyfriend and well…… My therapist told me not to contact you, but I heard the new record and it just reminds me of the old days. Do you remember the parties where we kissed in front of everyone and didn't care what they thought? Running into the night with a soundtrack of Mott the Hoople and the Dolls nipping at our dirty heels? Well I sure do and it hurts to see you again. Those gloriously clean glam hooks and dirty pretty vocals that just turn my panties into a swampland uhhhh, Yeah, I remember you grabbin' my ass at the Blackout bash and your hand up my skirt when I was the little town flirt. But now I'm a long gone lover and feeling so hurt. But the record will always remind me of the dirty love we once shared and I hope to hear on my death bed "baby we're gold." I heard through the grapevine that you were probably the best band to play the Blackout Bash this year and that most bands were bummed that they had to follow you… But that's a given seeing how nobody has ever been able to fill your shoes since we've been apart. So please don't ever change…. Always stay deranged and we'll always be estranged…
yours in true blood
RnR
MICKEY 'Baby We're Gold' by HOZAC RECORDS
