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,
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