Jane Child

Nothing I can do, Now you're on your own
Better make it good on the telephone
I know how to make your hair stand up
Are you hip to what it's all about
Must be something you can do
To distinguish you from you
Don't Let It Get To You
All the puppets on the stage of life
Wearing costumes, Someone's husband's wife
Wicked thoughts have been concealed from view
I'd die blushing if I only knew
Must be something you can do
To distinguish you from you
Don't Let It Get To You
Time to testify, Baby tell the truth
Is my lifestyle really so uncouth
Give me liberty or give me death
Give me reason to get myself undressed
Happy ending, They're satisfied
You and I remain simply horrified
Smiling pillars, Holier than thou
Deviate, then take their bow
This should come as no surprise,
It's been happening right before your eyes
Don't Let It Get To You