now we can talk about space and time... or I CAN SHOVE MY FIST IN MY MOUTH
Teenage Dirtbag- Wheatus
Her name is Noelle I have a dream about her She rings my bell. I got gym class in half an hour.
Oh how she rocks, In Keds and tube socks... But she doesn't know who I am. And she doesn't give a damn about me.
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe...with me.
Her boyfriend's a d**k. He brings a gun to school. He'd simply kick my a** if he knew the truth. He lives on my block, And he drives a iRoc, But he doesn't know who I am. And he doesn't give a damn about me.
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe ...with me. O Oh yeah...dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Ooh yeah...dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
Man I feel like mold. It's prom night and I am lonely lo and behold, She's walking over to me this must be fake. My lip starts to shake How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me? I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby... like you. Ooh yeah...dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Ooh yeah...dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'.