I met a girl - She was going on ten
Said, "Get out your paper and pen
There's something stirring in my soul
Write this down - I'm ready to roll"
Yes, we are a hundred million strong
You can keep your sweet love songs
Step aside - We're coming through
Oh yeah, we've got news for you
The girls of America like to rock
The girls of America like to rock
The girls of America like to rock
I met a girl - She was sweet sixteen
Said, "I like to dance in my old blue jeans"
I met another girl - She was twenty-nine
She said, "Hey hey hey let me lay it on the line"
I met a girl - She was forty-four
She said, "Turn it up or I'm out the door"
Met another girl - She was seventy-one
Said, "Don't tell me I've had my fun"