Stoner Love Songtext

she's got a comb in her pocket to feather her hair he's got ozzy on his t-shirt
it's the only one he'll wear they meet after homeroom out in the hall
and cruise to the circle K cigarettes, flannels and vans
she's gonna be a writer, he's gonna play guitar
stoner love, stoner love every tuesday night at the rink
i was there and i don't care what you say, it happened
it's ladies choice snoball, the guys are in line he knows who he's waiting for
she goes and picks somebody else then a stranger finds him and says,
"i don't know who you are"
stoner love, stoner love every tuesday night at the rink i saw you there,