She may watch the wrestling
and think its the best thing
right up there with monster trucks

i don't think she's useless
just coz she refuses
to think heavy metal sucks


coz one day i know
when she's ready to go

she'll just jump on her bike and ride

CHORUS

there's something about you
your leather and tattoos
that's making me weak inside.

your fishnets and nose-ring
is making my heart sing
and i get no sleep at night.


she listens to slipknot
and thinks that it's punk-rock

her wardrobes a shade of black
her dad is in prison
she tries not to listen

to things said behind her back

coz one day i know

when she's ready to go
she'll just jump on her bike and ride


CHORUS
there's something about you
your leather and tattoos

that's making me weak inside
your fishnets and nosering
is making my heart sing

and i get no sleep at night

so maybe I'm too blind to notice

her wandering mind and lack of focus
and maybe I'm to dumb to realise
the vacant look she gets in her eyes


CHORUS
there's something about you

your leather and tattoos
that's making me weak inside
your fishnets and nosering

is making my heart sing
and i get no sleep at night