Garbage
Garbage - Thirteen lyrics
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Won't you let me meet you at the pool? Maybe, Friday I can Get tickets for the dance And I'll take you. Ooh-ooh-ooh. Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"? Tell him what we said 'bout "Paint It, Black". Rock an' roll is here to stay. Come inside, now; it's okay. And I'll shake you. Ooh-ooh-ooh. Won't you tell me what you're thinking of? And would you be an outlaw for my love? If it's so, then, let me know. If it's "no", well, I can go. I won't make you. Ooh-ooh-ooh