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...