Wow it must be nice to be your man
Let's go to the beach let me hold your hand
We can watch the waves or smoke some stogs
Go to the pier and drink cherry Coke
I'm loving the painted freckles on your face
Every single one is perfectly arranged
You're always changing the color of your hair
Always looking so good so why should you care
No one can pull it off like you
Thats why you're my punk rock queen
No one can be as cool as you
That's why you're my Christine