She Wants to Rock

It's Tuesday night, it's twenty to eight

I'm pickin' up my baby and I'm already late

There's a blonde haired beauty in the liquor store line

She asked me to share her bottle of wine

It's just my luck, wouldn't you know

She wants to rock, but I gotta roll

We're playin' Mac Dinton's, got one more show

A pretty little honey's on the very front row

A blue jean skirt climbin' way up her knees

I was crawlin' on stage, she was winkin' at me

It's just my luck, wouldn't you know

She wants to rock, but I gotta roll

She wants to rock, but I gotta roll

She wants to talk about love, but I gotta stroll

That's always the way my life goes

She wants to rock, but I gotta roll

Sittin' in a diner, it's 3 a.m.

There's a girl in the corner whose name is Sin

She wants to take me home and make me feel right

Gotta get home to my sweetie tonight

It's just my luck, wouldn't you know

She wants to rock, but I gotta roll

She wants to rock, but I gotta roll

She wants to talk about love, but I gotta stroll

That's always the way my life goes

She wants to rock, but I've got to roll