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.