• Lyrics:

    We're lieing on our bed,
    With our thoughts running through our head.
    And we stare up at the ceiling,
    'N start to get this feeling...

    I grab the brush,
    She gets the pick,
    We're a couple of rockin' chicks!
    We jump on the bed,
    Our faces turn red,
    And we start... rockin' out all night!

    I turned on the mike and the kareoke.
    She fixed up the studio and then we started joking.
    We turned the lights dim,
    As I brought the mike towards my chin.
    And then we got this feeling,
    Which got us reeling...

    I grab the brush,
    She gets the pick,
    We're a couple of rockin' chicks!
    We jump on the bed,
    Our faces turn red,
    And we start... rockin' out all night!