8 o'clock Monday night and I'm waiting
To fonally talk to a girl a little cooler than me
Her name is Nona she's a rocker with a nose ring
She wears a 2-way,but I'm not quite sure what that means
And when she walks, all the wind blows and the angels sing
But she doesn't notice me
`Cause she's wathcing wrestling
Creaming over tough guys
Listening to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes
It's like a bad movie; she's lopoking through me, if you were me you'd be
Screaming, |