Riot Girl

It was 2a.m. in Columbus Ohio when I saw her standing there,
With her Blitz T-shirt and her miniskirt and her jet-black hair.
I was drinking a brew, sitting with my crew when she lit a cigarette.
She blew smoke in my face and she told me her name.
A name I'll never forget.

She's a riot, she's a riot.
She's my little riot girl.
She took me up and down
And spun me running round this whole fucking world.

She pulled me aside and she asked me to dance,
And hold her close all night.
We went in the club and we started to drink,
And I got to feeling alright.
She moved so fast, just like a train on the tracks,
And she was one of a kind.
She touched my hand and then she touched my heart,
And I just had to make her mine.

She's a riot, she's a riot.
She's my little riot girl.
She took me up and down
And spun me running round this whole fucking world.