That could knock me down and drag me away by my hair, while he yells obscenities... that man would be Billy Idol!
Oh how my heart melts when I look at his spiked blond hair, and the sneer on his lips! Pardon me while I compose myself.
I've been a fan for some 20 plus years. I saw Billy Idol in concert twice. The first time, after the show, he walked out on the ledge of the building naked to tell the fans goodbye (yeah, right). The second time was in a bigger arena, outdoors. I was all punked out, wearing my sleeveless, torn Billy Idol t-shirt. Ahhh, the memory.
I can't explain what it is about Billy that makes me swoon. Maybe it is because of his "bad boy" image. You know, the kind of guy your momma warns you about. Or, is it the tight leather pants? The six pack abs? The penetrating look in his eyes (when he doesn't look wasted)? I can't say for sure. Even in his 50's, he's just sooo....
To think too much about what makes Billy Idol my magic man would take the mystery out of it. And I am just a silly school girl, with a silly school girl crush, that doesn't want the mystery debunked.