My mother wants me to..

My mother wants me to marry a genius

She makes me thing 'bout future and she's making a huge fuss

But, see, I like this girl

I like her a lot

I don't know why,

But she's making me hot

And I'd rather be abused every then and now

Instead of going and marrying a clown

My mother want's me to marry a metallhead

She says we look good and that's good for my health

My mother want's me to marry a psychopath

She says - he's sweet, but he's scratching in to my guts

But, mom, I like this girls

I like her a lot

You know every time

She hits the right spot.

Don't wanna be a clown

With a massive frown

That girl, who looks like Joan Jett

The girl who looks like Joan Jett

Just came in to buy some cigarettes

She's freaking hot

I bet she know's that

That's why I'm going pretty mad

Well I saw that girl once again

When I was sitting in a train

We stared at each other for some time

Then let our eyes just slightly glide

And I would like to know if she would date me

And if she would, I'd be pretty happy

But hell, I'm way too shy

To even try

To make her like...

(I didn't have time

to finish that sentence

So I'm gonna do that in the next two lines)

To make her like me

I'm way too shy

So I think that now is time to cry

And I could curse myself

for hanging on this thread

and never pulling myself up!

But the girl who looks like Joan Jett

Keeps on buyin' those cigarettes

And I wonder why

She keeps passing by..

I think - "could that reason maybe I?"