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E Street Shuffle / Summer / Leader Of The PackIt's ninety-three degrees,and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it twice. And, besides, the air conditioner's broke. The old lady who runs the ice cream store got robbed last week. She put a lock on the door, and a bell on the lock. Now she don't answer the door, 'cause she takes that good long look at you, and you look too tough. The air is hot and heavy and wet, and you just can't get high. That's when sparks fly on E Street. And the little girls walking lookin' so hot, and the little boys' souls grow weak when the girls give them a double shot. School boy pops pull out the stops on a Friday night. And those teenage tramps in skin-tight pants do the E Street dance, but in their heart and soul they know it's all right. Just like those kids down there, ooh, hooked up in a scuffle. Dressed in snake skin suits; Packed with Detroit muscle; Doin' the E Street shuffle. Ooh, the shuffle. Doin' the E Street shuffle. Ooh, the shuffle. It was a hot afternoon the last day of June, and the sun was a demon. The clouds were afraid. One ten in the shade, and the pavement was steamin'. I told Billy Ray in his red chevrolet I needed time for some thinkin'. He was just passing by when I caught that boy's eye, and I swore it was winkin'. I was thirty-one, he was seventeen. He knew nothing about love. I knew everything. But he sat right down on the front porch swing, and I wondered what the coming night would bring. Sun closed my eyes, climbed to the skies. It was starting to swelter. The sweat trickled down the front of my gown. I thought it would melt me. I threw back my hair like he wasn't there and I sipped, oooh, something coolin'. My shoulders bare, he tried not to stare, whoa, but I knew I wasn't foolin'. I looked deep into those eyes of blue, I said, "Boy, I know you're young, don't know what to say or do. But stay with me 'til the sun goes away and I will chase the boy in you away!" Guess you know why that kid caught my eyes, oooh, and why the memory still lingers. Go back in my mind to the very first time, ooh-ooh-ooh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers. I go back in my mind to the very first time oh, I felt the touch of somebody's fingers. And go, I go back in my mind to the very first time I felt . . . I go back in my mind to the very first time I felt the touch of somebody's fingers. The first time. The first time. |