[Submitted
by tina_dewit@hotmail.com]
Sweat-soaked to the bone, two more hours, she’ll head home.
Wash off her tattoos, take a shower.
Transpiration, frustration,
scares me.
Rock On, Rock On
What is she on, benzedrine?
Have you seen?
Suburban elite. Daddy’s girl.
She drives German, now she’s learning to kiss French.
She’s every dweeb’s goddess, Debbie!
She just wants to rock on.
She just needs to jump up.
She just wants to rock on!
You said I’m a loser, that’s ok.
Won’t play in hardcore bands for all of my life...
And if you leave me, I won’t cry.
Five knuckles shuffle Debbie, right on.
The disco keeps playing her song.
She just wants to rock on.
She just needs to jump up.
She just wants to rock on!
(she ain’t cool, she ain’t rad, Debbie she is such a spaz).
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