She Don't Wanna Rock

Well, we first met at a show, started talking
Aquanet, Mötley Crüe, and Dokken
Hit it off great and she soon moved in
Turn it up, give me some Poison
Well, she got sick of my spandex pants
Wanted some more of that «girly romance»
I wanted Slaughter, you gave me Stryper
I’m the Iron Sheik, she’s Rowdy Roddy Piper
Headbangers' ball is on
And I wanna bang a gong
And she threw away my bong
And said «oh, no, no»
She said «I (I) don’t wanna rock anymore»
And she said «I (I) can’t bang my head anymore»
I can’t believe she is scaring me
When she said «I (I) just can’t rock anymore with you»
Well, I got her back singing Home Sweet Home
Used my hairbrush as a microphone
But I just couldn’t stop when she wanted to talk
I’m like L. A Guns, I was born to rock
Yeah, well, she started selling my concert tees
Aerosmith and Run D.M.C, bust it
I like Van Halen, she likes Van Hagar
She’s a violin, I’m a motherfucking guitar
I don’t understand it
What went wrong?
I thought all the ballads
Were her favourite songs
I don’t understand it
When she said to me
«Even Bon Jovi?»
Yup
(She said «I don’t wanna rock with you) with you
(She said «I don’t wanna rock with you) with you
(She said «I don’t wanna rock with you) with you
(She said «I don’t wanna) rock anymore with you