she doesn't speak much english

but she tells me all her favorite bands

there's not too much to talk about

wonder if she understands

i know she likes L7

and i think that she likes me

when she rolls her stockings past the knee

we're talking rock and roll...

and now it seems like yesterday

i met her in a smoky club

if you get drunk and fall behind

you know that I will put you up

and if I learned the language

she could tell me all her dreams

i know exactly what she means

and I could fall so easily

because her hair is colored red

I asked her if she'll dye mine too

she tells me it's already dead

and I knew that if I stayed with her

i'd lose track of all time

till I light a candle to the shrine

call it rock and roll...