If this were 1945, i'd say you're the cat's meow.

If this were 1955, you'd be dreamy.

If this were 1965, i'd think you're groovy. 

If this were 1975, i'd tell you you're far out.

If this were 1985, you would be hella rad.

If this were 1995, you'd be da bomb.

But it's 2015 and there are no trendy/catchy words to describe you.

You're spectacular. Gorgeous. Amazing. Breathtaking. Mesmerizing. Marvelous. Lovely. Timeless. 

If this were 1945, I'd want to dance around the radio with you and play cards all night.

If this were 1955, i'd want to hang out with you at a diner. We'd have two straws in the same chocolate malted milkshake. 

If this were 1965, I'd want to hang out with you at the drive through and i'd even let you put the moves on me.

If this were 1975, I'd want to spend the night with you at the Disco, owning the dancefloor. 

If this were 1985, I would want to sit around with you, playing Nintendo while eating insane amounts of pizza. 

If this were 1995, we could play hacky sack or hey, even pogs. And spin the bottle. (we'd be the only two players)

But it's 2015 and it really doesn't matter what we'd do. I'd give anything just to lay in a field somewhere, watching the night sky with you.