she doesn't speak much english but she tells me all her favorite bands there's not too much to talk about wonder if she understands i know she likes L7 and i think that she likes me when she rolls her stockings past the knee we're talking rock and roll... and now it seems like yesterday i met her in a smoky club if you get drunk and fall behind you know that I will put you up and if I learned the language she could tell me all her dreams i know exactly what she means and I could fall so easily because her hair is colored red I asked her if she'll dye mine too she tells me it's already dead and I knew that if I stayed with her i'd lose track of all time till I light a candle to the shrine call it rock and roll...