Thursday night at the roller rink

Thursday night at the roller rink we did everything but think lunch room clicks were not your thing you melted away like winter to spring carried our books like bags of gold we did mostly what we were told alcohol smuggled in almost got us kicked again [Chorus] Pit stops at the gas station Quarters In my pocket Parents out of town They lit me Bottle Rocket You were Crazy she was Horny you were both a little Thorny She played the flute like a god damn champ Perfected it at summer church camp Catholic school girls do it best Come on Padre give it a rest! She was crazy, I was horny Breaking it off was really thorny She said if I left her, She'd cut off my balls by end of semester she had sugar daddy calls I was free to roam So I wondered about and fell into you [Chorus] Pit stops at the gas station Quarters In my pocket Parents out of town They lit me Bottle Rocket You were Crazy she was Horny you were both a little Thorny Lust comes easy and goes hard Love comes hard and leaves you hurt Sometimes it's in an Attic of teenage fury Sometimes on date night after some red curry Either your heavy with it, maybe drenched in it Or nibbling at it Like a French snippet Love like rabbits An addictive thing Climbs up your leg Then down your brain [Chorus] Pit stops at the gas station Quarters In my pocket Parents out of town They lit me Bottle Rocket You were Crazy she was Horny you were both a little Thorny