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,
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