Song Lyrics

You are the original template
You are the original exemplary
How seen were you actually?
How revered were you honestly at the time?

Why pleased with your low maintenance?
You loved us more than we could've loved you back
Where was your ally, your partner in feminine crime?

Oh, mother who's your buddy?
Oh, mother who's got your back?
The heart of the house
The heart of the house
All hail the goddess

You were good, oh
You were "count on her 'til four AM"
You saw me run from the house
In the snow melodramatically

Oh, mother who's your sister
Oh, mother who's your friend?
The heart of the house
The heart of that house
All hail the goddess

We left the men and we went for a walk in the Gatineaus
And talked like women like women to women would
Women to women would
Where did you get that from?
Must've been your father, your dad
I got it from you, I got it from you

Do you see yourself in my gypsy garage sale ways?
In my fits of laughter?
In my Tinkerbell tendencies?
In my lack of color coordination?

Alanis Morissette