Angus Cooke - New Jersey Girl lyrics

Well, I met her at the Trocadero in Philly Backstage at the Bloodhound show She said she was from Cherry Hill, Cherry Hill Through lips like cherries in the snow New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl Come on and rock my world New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl I want to love you New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl With your crazy f**ed up hair New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl You're wicked awesome She didn't talk to Charlie Our old ba** player And she didn't go off with steve Not the cougar, not the cougar She took me up to the balcony Past Kenneth Keith Kallenbach And give a Yuengling to me New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl Come on and rock my world New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl I want to love you New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl With your crazy f**ed up hair New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl You're wicked awesome Her brother calls me bl**job When I call her on the phone He says, "Hey f**-wad, are you wackin' it, are you wackin' it?" No, but is your sister home? New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl Come on and rock my world New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl I want to love you New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl With your crazy f**ed up hair New Jersey girl, New Jersey girl You're wicked awesome La la la la la... New Jersey girl