I was nothing but a lonely all American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsety tackle and a hell of a block
And when I play my guitar I made the cannon's rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
Last edited by MeatGrl1; 02 Dec 2006 at 02:50.
Reason: Lyric change
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