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ODE TO THE LEPS i made a friend 'round Halloween, her name is shannan lynn, she loves Def Leppard just like me, through all their thick and thin one random day while on Ebay, shes cruisin through the stuff, and there i am a lephead, i can never get enough. she saw where i had bid alot of cash on rick's old shirt if i had won that auction, i would still be poor as dirt! of course it would be worth it when rick called to say "congrats", as i would try to stay composed while peeing in my pants.... i guess i have more money than i have smarts in my brain, cause i just bought a Leppard book from Barcelona Spain. you must be laughing at me now, and think that i am trippin', to pay four bucks to get the book, and eight for just the shipping! so here we sit with bated breath, just waiting for the tour, can't wait for the tenth album, it'll be a hit for sure. i wonder if we'll get up close enough to get a huggin'? or maybe stow away in a big suitcase bound for Dublin! i hope that you and me can meet when it gets warmer weather, to see our boys in concert, we'd have so much fun together. but until then through thick and thin, we'll talk on this computer, to gab about our boys and the one we think is cuter. we love rick's mischievious smile and love his big brown eyes, i hope he ebays something else to one day be my prize. who can resist his savage ways, that mean ol' british booger, he makes a girl wish she had time with him to "pour some sugar"! who has the golden hands that turns us on and makes us smile? what would you give to be phils colin's guitar for awhile? if your heart could stand for more, just how much would you give, to be the inspiration for a love song wrote by viv? ok thats four, you did the math,so why this whole new paragraph? cause someone has been left out of this def lep accolade... Def Leppard is a five piece, thats the way they've always played. you know i am just teasing you, my new friend shannan lynn, but when it comes to Joe, i just don't know where to begin. it makes me smile to think that once there was an english lad, with nothing more to start with than the music dreams he had. and here i am so greatful all the way from tennessee, for bramall lane, and that ol' broken down spoon factory, and parents that just loved him, knowing that his dreams were real, so one day with his four mates they would have a record deal. never have i been more thrilled to see a man just walk, or sit and watch an interview and listen to him talk. i dream of having just one chance to walk right up to him, i'd hug his neck and tell him thanks, and hope to make him grin. then i would steal just one more hug, and try hard not to melt i'd memorize the way he smelled and just the way he felt. oh lord what mush, i'd better hush.....i think its time to stop. i'm glad you made it through that, cause i know it was a lot. but when it comes down to our boys i'm never short on words...
