8'o clock, Monday night, and I'm waiting

To finally meet a girl just a little cooler than me

Her name is Nona she's a rocker with a nose ring

She wears a two-way though I'm not quite sure what that means

Dimitri followed Angela down the hall to her room that night in New York, determined to discover a bit more about her than who she told everyone she was. As soon as she closed the door she began to undress, especially tired, and barely noticed his quick entry until he was right in front of her. "My, God!" She began to curse at him in thick German. "Look, Angela, God! Look, I just want to talk to you." "What, so you come barging in here when I'm trying to go to bed, half-naked? You stupid shieskoff..." Before he could mutter another word she pushed him out the door and closed it in his face. He listened for a quiet moment to her German ramblings before sinking into a crouch against the door.

And when she walks

All the wind blows and the angels sing

But she doesn't notice me...

Dimitri put his face in his hands and sighed heavily. After a moment of reflection on his current state of brashness he turned and knocked lightly on the bottom half of the door. "Angela, please, just give me a shot." "Go away, you piece of shies." "Angela." "Do you not understand no? Go AWAY!" "God." Dimitri exclaimed quietly, leaning hard against the door again, defeated.

Cause she's watching wrestling

Creaming over tough guys

Listening to rap-metal

Turntables in her eyes

It's like a bad movie

She's looking through me

If you were me then you'd be

Screaming someone shoot me

As I fail miserably

Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want

A moment of quiet later, Angela opened the door, hitting an unsuspecting Dimitri in the back of the head. "Ow!" "God, sorry." Angela opened the door, now wearing a pair of black track sweats and a red Emily Strange t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a low, casual ponytail and her smoky makeup was gone. Strangely, she was still as beautiful. "What do you want to talk about, then?" "Erm...can you, eh...can you tell me about your friend? The Chinese boy?"

"Kijiro." Angela sighed, but a smile played at her sad face. "He's a friend of a friend of my father's, you could say." "A friend." Dimitri replied with much uncertainty, trying to get her to expand. "Yes, that is all, Dimitri." "Then why do I always see you with him?" "He's my best friend, Dimitri. Don't you remember when you had one?" "Well, I-I-I never had any friends." "That's not true. You're not the type like I am." "I-I did have one. I played with Davey on my high school football team." "Well, this is the only friend I've ever had." She turned as if to close the door again.

She likes Godsmack and I like Agent Orange

Her CD changer's full of singers that are mad at their dads

She says she'd like to score some reefer and forty

She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll ever have

"Wait." Dimitri pulled himself to his feet. "That's not true either. I mean, you do have me. If it means anything, that is." Ah, well, now he'd reached his real question.

And when she walks

All the wind blows and the angels sing

But she doesn't notice me

"You don't really care about Kijiro, do you?" Dimitri shook his head, then nodded, which brought an amused grin to her face. "Quit playing with me. Do you or don't you?" "I-I do. I mean, I care if he's with you or not." "Specify 'with'." She retorted.

Cause she's watching wrestling

Creaming over tough guys

Listening to rap-metal

Turntables in her eyes

She likes them with a mustache

Racetrack season pass

Driving in a trans-am

Does a mullet make a man?

"Angela. You know." "No, I don't think I do." She was flirting, wasn't she? Woah.

It's like a bad movie she's looking through me

If you were me then you'd be screaming someone shoot me

As I fail miserably trying to get the girl all the bad guys want

"You stupid boys. You all have one track minds." "Actually, the majority of us enjoy more things than just women. Like guns, for instance." "I know that. I just think I mean a different kind of gun than what you do."

Woah.

There she goes again with fishnets on

And dreadlocks in her hair

She broke my heart, I wanna be sedated

All I wanted was to see her naked....

Then she kissed him, and he felt everything draining out of his body, except for his love.

Now I'm watching wrestling

Trying to be a tough guy

Listening to rap-metal

Turntables in my eyes

I could grow a mustache

And I ain't got no season pass

All I got's a moped

When she broke off he suddenly felt like an angel who'd been kicked out of heaven. "Goodnight, honeybun..." She teased, smiling a genuine smile at him.

It's like a bad movie

She's looking through me

If you were me then you'd be

Screaming someone shoot me

As I fail miserably

Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want

Then she closed the door in his drooling face.

Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want