She's playing at Webster Hall on May 5!

She gave me permission to publish these lyrics and this mp3 from this great song. We love you Alana.

 

Katie's got a brat doll got in the mall when the magazines played her

Bobby's got a video game throwin' fireballs in his enemies' face

not to say that Huck Finn shouldn't win praise for his ways Mark Twain was a master

But I read Judy Blume in my room now I can say I'm a woman faster

The Flamin' A on my bodice has emboldened me

My hair's growin' out Samson visits me in my dreams

Pretty little girls can't claim that their hero is a whore

You spin me right round baby right round always wantin' more

The Flamin A on my bodice has emboldened me

I'm through puttin' out, Pastor D won't claim paternity

And pretty little girls will learn all your lessons as a chore

You spin me right round baby right round always wantin' more

One story to tell.

One mind to mold.

One view to invigor.

One hand to hold.

(x4)