Garbage - Thirteen lyrics

Won't you let me meet you at the pool?

Maybe, Friday I can

Get tickets for the dance

And I'll take you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"?

Tell him what we said 'bout "Paint It, Black".

Rock an' roll is here to stay.

Come inside, now; it's okay.

And I'll shake you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh.

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?

And would you be an outlaw for my love?

If it's so, then, let me know.

If it's "no", well, I can go.

I won't make you.

Ooh-ooh-ooh