Rocker Girl

She wore a rocker shirt and a hippie skirt A face you can't forget, smokin' a cigarette Well you think you're in love but you know that you're not in love. He wore a man purse, sportin' converse Long black hair, this boy was no square Well you think you're in love but you know that you're not in love. Well the rocker girl pulled up her skirt He put down his purse, dove in head first Well you think you're in love but you know that you're not in love. Til the break of dawn, they went on and on And on, and on, and on, and on, and on... Marshmallow guts Chocolate covered peanuts Plastic tiki huts Drunken oakland sluts.