Born To Run

Ah, a classic blast from the past:  Bruce Springsteen, Born To Run.
It reminds Herself of summer camp when she was a very young teen.  She and the other girls would trade lip glosses and squeeze into their best jeans to get ready for an evening dance with the boys' camp across the lake.  Bruce Springsteen, with his rough edges, motorcycle, and abundant masculinity, seemed to be the epitome of danger and desire - a far cry from the juvenile mancubs who would lurk in the shadows with their hands in their pockets and their shoulders shrugged, afraid of the dance floor. Take us away, Bruce.

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back 

This picture of Bruce can be found here.