she's got a comb in her pocket to feather her hair he's got ozzy on his t-shirt   it's the only one he'll wear they meet after homeroom out in the hall   and cruise to the circle K cigarettes, flannels and vans   she's gonna be a writer, he's gonna play guitar   stoner love, stoner love every tuesday night at the rink   i was there and i don't care what you say, it happened   it's ladies choice snoball, the guys are in line he knows who he's waiting for   she goes and picks somebody else then a stranger finds him and says,    "i don't know who you are"    stoner love, stoner love every tuesday night at the rink i saw you there,    and i don't care what you say it happened    and if you think it was so bad, then don't forget it or it will happen again    stoner love, stoner love every tuesday night at the rink i was there,    and I don't care what you say it happened