O, Dana

I'd rather shoot a woman than a man

I worry whether this is my last life

And girl, if you're listening

I'm sorry, I can't help it

O Dana, O Dana, come on

I'm forevermore fighting with Steven

We do our goo-goo coos

But we know Overboard and down

And strung out twice

O Dana, O Dana, come on

O Dana, O Dana, come on (Come on!)

We seldom know what things are

Two illusions go very far

O Dana, O Dana, come on

I got busted along the bridge

They rounded up every soul

But now I'm on the East Side

She says,