Met you in a record shop
You were standing by the classic rock
When you offered to drive me home
Asked you if you had a stereo
You let me DJ so I put on The Smiths
You made a face cursing under your breath
When I asked you what was wrong
You told me Morrissey deserves to be shot
Didn't know you were a '70s girl
Still in love with the Aerosmith world
Our love is wasted on these years
Couldn't stand it so I got out to walk
You put on Queen turned the volume up
I said baby aren't you sick of this song?
It's all you hear when you go to the mall
Music didn't die in '79
Three Imaginary Boys on my mind
Kiss me sweet and apologize
I said honey you're too short for this ride
Didn't know you were a '70s girl
Still in love with the bell bottom world
Our love is wasted on these years
Hey hey
Huh-honey
Hey little girl
Hey hey
Woke that morning to the TV on
Farrah Fawcett and the Angels' song
Saw the lava lamp by the bed
I looked you over in your turtleneck
Caught me sneaking out the kitchen door
You said honey what you leaving for?
You're groovy baby but I gotta run
You gave me coffee in a paisley mug
Didn't know you were a '70s girl
Still in love with the Brady Bunch world
Our love is wasted on these
Our love is wasted on these
Our love is wasted on these years