lyrics (c) 1997 Jonathan Caws-Elwitt
I met her at the Popfest
We liked all the same bands
And though my nose was kind of stuffed, and she had swollen glands
The January temperatures could not affect our hearts
We sang along with every tune
We both knew all the parts
We made our reservations
We cheered for every prize
We even bought the T-shirts although they're not our size
I met her at the Popfest, a friend of friends of mine
And though the club was downstairs, and it didn't have a sign
We found our way and took our seats; already, I was drawn
And she found time to catch my eye before the bands went on
We both had inclinations
Our thoughts were both the same
She talked to me between songs though she hadn't caught my name
And if you're at a popfest, and everyone looks hot
It's hard to tell who's right for you and who is simply not
But she's hot in the coffee shop, and on the subway, too
And if there were no indiepop, we'd still have things to do
We had no hesitations
We knew where it all led
We even wore those extra-large pop T-shirts into bed
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