Alanna by The Adverbs

It's a rom-com in a song, including embarrassing and hilarious awkward pratfall in front of the boss; just like something from that show with those annoying New York singletons, but rocks so much more! John: wrds + bs; Joe: gtr, drms + voc. Live it, love it, grunt it... Alanna Alanna Do not play around My stomach Can't keep nothin' down Rough and ready rip the fabric from my eyes thousand chances now to blind me with your lies Oh no What a useless snot What better way to leave me grounded to this spot Alanna lose that tat Don't matter it's on your lat now I'm coaching every shiny little saint Change your stance and try to hit 'em where they ain't O my What an endless tease But you're the source of all my sordid memories Cold Duck 'bout to toss Left alone with the boss S'getti straps Heel snaps Fallen down I mean down Alanna Take me to task Is there a question You wanna ask? Rough and ready rip the fabric from my eyes thousand chances now to blind me with your lies Oh yeah Could it ever be ? could it really end with Only you and only me?