February 28th, 2005

emma; only girl in the world

February : Girl all the Bad Guys Want (Bowling for Soup)

8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.
Her name is Lola, she's a rocker with a nose ring,
She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means.

And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She doesn't notice me!

Cause she is watchin' wrestling
Creamin' over tough guys
Listenin' to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes

It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"

As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!

She likes the godsmack and I like agent orange
Her cd changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad
She says she'd like to score some reefer and a forty
She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have

She likes 'em with a moustache
Racetrack season pass
Drivin' in a Trans-Am
Does a mullet make a man?

There she goes again
With fishnets on, and dreadlocks in her hair
She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated
All I wanted was to see her naked!

Now I am watchin' wrestling
Tryin' to be a tough guy
Listenin' to rap metal
Turntables in my eyes
I can't grow a moustache
And I ain't got no season pass
All I got's a moped...moped....moped.....

'Cause she's the girl all the bad guys want!

This song is old and it just happened to be on repeat on my player. I guess, I fantasize that one day, some guy will be thinking all this about me. Yeah, I'm not exactly the girl all the bad guys want, but it would be pretty neat if someone (decent and likeable) would think this because of me.

For the month of love, here goes my pick for the screwed up version of a love song.