You can tell everybody this is your song

A friend recently asked several of us which songs she thought best represent us. She asked because had picked what songs she thought we were and used those as her cell phone rings for when we call; for me, she picked Elton John’s “The Bitch is Back.”

I like it. I think it works.

For herself, she picked three: Genesis’ “I Can’t Dance,” Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing,” and Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive.” These are interesting and rather fitting in an humorously ironic way because unfortunately, after a bad car accident about 12 years ago, she now needs a wheelchair to get around in public; as evidenced by the songs, she can have a pretty good sense of humor about it. Some days.

Before my friend had picked such a fitting song for me, I liked some other ones for myself. Like Love and Rockets’ “I’m Alive,” but mainly for one particular verse…

I don’t know what color your eyes are baby but your hair is long and brown, Your legs are strong, and oh so long, And you don’t come from this town.

For some reason, that just screams “me.” My eyes are an indescribable blue-hazel-gray and seem to change color on a daily basis. My hair is brown and at one time was much longer. I do have long, strong legs that I am particularly happy with, and I’m not originally from Michigan.

Okay, so that’s a stretch. So here’s the other one I think can be My Song. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. It’s a little ditty by this band called The Beatles:

I want to be a paperback writer. Paperback writer!

What’s your song?

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