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,
and i don't care what you say it happened
and if you think it was so bad, then don't forget it or it will happen again
stoner love, stoner love every tuesday night at the rink i was there,
and I don't care what you say it happened