I was a Paul girl way back when;
Read every magazine.
His face was plastered on my walls,
Like every Beatles teen.
I screamed my head off watching
When they showed up on TV.
It was the greatest thing that ever
Happened, then, to me.
I bought each record, saw each film
And followed his career.
That first infatuation
Didn’t fully disappear.
Today Sir Paul turns 80;
Non-stop tributes fill the air,
But when I hear his early songs,
My younger self is there.
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