Commentary:
"Man, I feel like mold,
It's prom night and I am lonely.
Lo and behold, she's walkin' over to me,
This must be fake, my lip starts to shake,
How does she know who I am,
And why does she give a damn about—?
"I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby,
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe,
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you…"
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