| Well, we first met at a show, started talking
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| Aquanet, Mötley Crüe, and Dokken
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| Hit it off great and she soon moved in
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| Turn it up, give me some Poison
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| Well, she got sick of my spandex pants
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| Wanted some more of that «girly romance»
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| I wanted Slaughter, you gave me Stryper
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| I’m the Iron Sheik, she’s Rowdy Roddy Piper
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| Headbangers' ball is on
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| And I wanna bang a gong
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| And she threw away my bong
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| And said «oh, no, no»
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| She said «I (I) don’t wanna rock anymore»
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| And she said «I (I) can’t bang my head anymore»
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| I can’t believe she is scaring me
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| When she said «I (I) just can’t rock anymore with you»
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| Well, I got her back singing Home Sweet Home
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| Used my hairbrush as a microphone
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| But I just couldn’t stop when she wanted to talk
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| I’m like L. A Guns, I was born to rock
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| Yeah, well, she started selling my concert tees
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| Aerosmith and Run D.M.C, bust it
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| I like Van Halen, she likes Van Hagar
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| She’s a violin, I’m a motherfucking guitar
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| I don’t understand it
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| What went wrong?
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| I thought all the ballads
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| Were her favourite songs
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| I don’t understand it
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| When she said to me
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| «Even Bon Jovi?»
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| Yup
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| (She said «I don’t wanna rock with you) with you
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| (She said «I don’t wanna rock with you) with you
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| (She said «I don’t wanna rock with you) with you
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| (She said «I don’t wanna) rock anymore with you |