"Mall Punk Girl" by The Investigation--A Vox Rescue Post
I have an imaginary band, like most cool people. Mine is called The Investigation, and they are a punk/surf/pop outfit that does songs about science fiction, horror and other things. Over on Vox, I used to post lyrics to some of these songs.
Note: these songs do not, in any sense of the word, actually “exist.”
This first one is a straight-up power-pop song, with cheery guitars, harmonizing and keyboards. Maybe a hand-clap or two. There’s not any science fiction in this one, or any horror unless you count pedophilia.
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Mall Punk Girl (Fifteen)
(Verse One)
Well, she’s at the Hot Topic, ooh, and how my eyes linger.
Wears her studded belt low, just like a gun-slinger.
Spiderweb stockings, Converse and that short skirt.
Never heard a Misfits song, but she rocks the shirt.
She…
Knows how to pose.
And she…
Knows how to sneer.
And she…
Knows what to show.
And she…
Never comes near.
(Chorus)
She’s a mall punk girl
And I see her every day.
She’s my mall punk girl
But she always walks away.
Just a mall punk girl
And she’s just the perfect girl for me…
(Verse Two)
She’s smoking, and cursing, and acting all grown up,
But she wasn’t even born when my favorite band broke up.
It ought to be illegal, the things that she’s wearing.
And it’s probably illegal, the way that I’m staring.
She…
Knows how to dance.
And she…
Knows how to skate.
And she…
Loves her tight pants.
And she…
Knows she’s jailbait.
(Chorus)
She’s a mall punk girl
And I see her every day.
She’s my mall punk girl
But she always walks away.
Just a mall punk girl
And she’s just the perfect girl for me…
(Instrumental bridge thingy/guitar solo)
(Verse Three)
I’ll never get to touch her, and it’s probably for the best.
Every time I see her, it puts my strength to the test.
She makes me want to do things that I know just aren’t right,
And I dream about her body every single night.
She…
Knows how to strut.
And she…
Knows how to sass.
And she…
Dresses like a slut.
And she…
Has a nice ass.
(Chrorus)
She’s a mall punk girl
|And I see her every day.
She’s my mall punk girl
But she always walks away.
Just a mall punk girl
And she’d be the perfect girl for me…
If she wasn’t only fifteen.
