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Bowling For Soup Drunk Enough To Dance

8 O'clock Monday night and I'm waiting To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring She wears a

It wasn't supposed to be like this, another dose of unhappiness I gave it all and managed to get shot down yet again So I got drunk, had sex with all

Her finger traced I love you In the palm of my hand That's still the only time My belly's ever hit the floor like that Your feet in my lap We drove away

You said to never ever come back I wasn't sure exactly what you meant by that I know that we have had some problems But I've got solutions in my head

stashed Of the two of us in 1992 You stole my heart when Eddie Veder was king I gave you a foot massage, I gave you my ring You left me for a drummer

I'm happy again to be stuck here again And you're so happy again to be stuck here again Now we can rap about, the good old days Laugh at dumb jokes that

memories In an ocean we can call forever more I wanna find Piece of your mind I wanna see Your make believe I don't wanna try so hard I make it hard for

our rock hands for Punk Rock 101 She bought him a skateboard a rail slide, his knee tore He traded it for drums at the local pawn shop She left him for

everybody feel sorry for me Gonna feel sorry for myself I want to blame it on everyone else I want to be self centered And make everybody feel sorry for me Feel sorry for