This song holds two memories to me.
One my mom for halloween tried to dress me like him, in black leather and such when I was little, and the second one it was the first song that played on the radio when we were driving to our honeymoon. It described our relationship right and proper.
Billy Idol - Rebel Yell
Last night a little dancer, she came dancing to my door
Last night, that little angel, she came pumping on my floor
She said, "Come on, baby, you got a license for love
And if it expires, I pray help from above"
Because
In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more
More, more, more!
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely, yeah, she gives me head
I said, "What set you free and brought you to me, babe?"
"What set you free? I need you here by me"
Because
In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell more, more, more, yow!
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell
More
I live in my own heaven
I collect it to go at the 7-11
Yes, I'm out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long as it don't fuck up my hair
I walked the ward for you, babe
A thousand miles for you
Now who dried my tears of pain, babe?
A million times for you, for you
I'd sell my soul for you, babe
What's money to burn for you, for you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Justa, justa have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried more, more, more, yow!
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell more
More, more, more!
Ooh yeah, my little dancer
She want more
More, more, more, more
More, more, more, more
She want more
More, more, more, more
Yeah!