She Don’t Wanna Rock

She don't want to rock
(rock) rock (rock) rock (rock)
She don't want to rock
(rock) rock (rock) rock (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 LA Guns, I was born to rock
Yeah, well
She started selling my concert tees
Aerosmith and Run DMC, 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