8 o'clock, Monday night, and I'm waiting

To finally 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

She doesn't notice me



Cause she's watching wrestling

Creaming over tough guys

Listening to rap-metal

Turntables in her eyes



It's like a bad movie

She's looking through me

If you were me, then you'd be

Screaming,