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Punk Rawk Girl by James D.
Oh, another gem from my brief foray as a freshman songwriter.
The makeup (A6)
The hair (A4)
The clothes (A4)
And the car (A2)
Is what any hot girl needs (A6, A4, A2)
But that’s all jack (A6, A4)
You can take it all back (A4, A2)
And give me what I plead (A6, A4, A2)
I want my punk rawk girl (A6, A4, A2)
I want my punk rawk girl (A6, A4, A2)
With her pins from the band, (A6, A4)
And a drawn on left hand, (A4, A2)
A punk rawk girl. (A6, A4, A2)
A punk rawk girl. (A6, A9, A2)
Most girls care, (A6, A4)
Bout what they wear (A4, A2)
They can’t ever look like a mess (A6, A4, A2)
But screw all that (A6, A4)
Give me one wearing black (A4, A2)
Cause baby, these girls are the best! (A6, A4, A2)
I want my punk rawk girl (A6, A4, A2)
I want my punk rawk girl (A6, A4, A2)
With her dyed pink hair (A6, A4)
And that cold empty stare (A4, A2)
A punk rawk girl. (A6, A4, A2)
A punk rawk girl! (A6, A9, A2)
