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Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta

my friends
Now my glasses are under a train
Now my glasses are under a train

My sister got taken care of when she was 12 (and sent to hell)
By the age

yeah

Wariess wariess wariess wariess

Joan of Arc battled through the dark Harriet Tubman to freedom she fled
Harper Lee you inspire me Dorothy Levitt

I laid awake to paintings of Joan Miró
Lucid as the shapes beside me seemed
Packed my mind for an odyssey to Norfolk 
Lost the route, already hit

young Henry took the throne, Margaret, his consort
Then, Richard's Berengaria, recognized by the court
Isabella, in 1200 became Queen under John
Eleanor

on paper
Want it now can't be bothered by later
I came from the ground so I gotta get acres and acres
Music too loud had complaints from the neighbours
You

Skinny little crank whore gettin'
Railed out by
A strange old junkie with no protection
Then the second week of
January 1991 came around
She was walking

the weak
They have to cry themselves to sleep
There was something about you
As you stood by the mission gate
You reached out to understand
Shiny placebo in

Blue Jeans Were Made For My Baby
(Alice Olsen)
Girls all sigh when my baby walks by,
In his tight blue jeans with the button down fly.
But his

Lay by your side
My lungs sigh as yours rise
And I think of all the ways that this tragedy could not end
But if I am the knife, you are the master

bonito (Se ve que te quiere bonito)
Pero no como yo

Joan Maró, mami
This is flavor for the ladies; yeh
(Olvidarme así, tan rápido, ba- by)
An.XXXiETY
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Princess in her boots
My Joan of Arc, the fearless knight
The fiercest cunning sharpest tools
Protector of your sister
Little Xena you don't mess with fools

Some days I am Caesar 
Some days I am Christ 
Some days St. Theresa 
By golly, some days I play nice 

And some days I am a mother fucking werewolf

I am a carelessly crafted machine
Have a bolt where a rivet should be
I am flawed by design
But you, an example of great perfection
Every inch

Hail Eris and the rest of the Chaos Lords
And here's another thing:
We got the right to flap our lips like Joan Rivers in a lingerie store,
And we call

'By command of the king of Heaven'
Came the death of love
Where will you be when the dark is rising?
How will you keep from it's terrorizing?
Where will you be my darling?

hang out there
So does Joan of Arc, with her smoking hair
Caesar's there, knives in his back
Passing Socrates crying in a Pontiac
Yeah, we all get

Ending democracy is the campaign

Shoutout to the Authors of the book Meme Wars
This song was inspired by the book and
Meme Wars are Culture wars is my

got the blade on her
Call her Joan of Arc (huh)
Huh, I feel like '03 Luda
I got hit's like Lucas Duda
Skai lil hoe straight from Bermuda, P!
Krishu!

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Ah shit, some shit always going down
Watching from the shore, I ain't never had to drown
Just carried by the waves, I've always been around
Never

JUST DANCE
(Lyrics and Music by Joan Beck)

WELL SHE CAN MAKE YOU DANCE HER FEVER
SHE CAN MAKE ROMANCE, BELIEVE HER
SHE CAN MAKE YOU DANCE DON'T LET

The Doors of Perception 
 
How easy it was to you boy to buy that guitar to play on the bar, yeah 
How easy it was to you Joan 
To take the Route 66

sacks, ya Niggas out on the block wit
Metric tons of the uncut
Grab the mic like who want what?
Smoke a whole loaf on the Gold Coast
By the river,

JUST DANCE
(Lyrics and Music by Joan Beck)

WELL SHE CAN MAKE YOU DANCE HER FEVER
SHE CAN MAKE ROMANCE, BELIEVE HER
SHE CAN MAKE YOU DANCE DON'T LET