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,