I have a dream about her
She rings my bell.
I got gym class in half an hour.
Oh how she rocks,
In Keds and tube socks...
But she doesn't know who I am.
And she doesn't give a damn about me.
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe... With me.
Her boyfriend's a dick.
He brings a gun to school.
He'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth.
He lives on my block,
And he drives an I-Roc,
But he doesn't know who I am.
And he doesn't give a damn about me.
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe... With me.
O
Oh yeah... Dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
Oh yeah... Dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
Man I feel like mould.
It's prom night and I am lonely, low and behold,
She's walking over to me, this must be fake.
My lip starts to shake.
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby.
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you.
Ooh yeah... Dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
Ooh yeah... Dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
Her name is Noelle I have a dream about her She rings my bell. I got gym class in half an hour. Oh how she rocks, In Keds and tube socks... But she doesn't know who I am. And she doesn't give a damn about me. 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe... With me. Her boyfriend's a dick. He brings a gun to school. He'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth. He lives on my block, And he drives an I-Roc, But he doesn't know who I am. And he doesn't give a damn about me. 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Listen to Iron Maiden, maybe... With me. O Oh yeah... Dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Oh yeah... Dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Man I feel like mould. It's prom night and I am lonely, low and behold, She's walking over to me, this must be fake. My lip starts to shake. How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me? I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you. Ooh yeah... Dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Ooh yeah... Dirtbag. No she doesn't know what she's missin'. Explain Request ×
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