Alice from trust. by Katie O'Connor

Well her boots were made for stomping
Oh her eyes are said to slay
Her bones ain't built for breaking nahuh
And her heart ain't made of clay
Oh with the smile she cracks ya
You'll know that she's got ya
Let her brow tell you how it is
You can find her on the pedestal for personality

If you want
Then go get it
Weave your dreams of Wonderland
Well I will drive and drive and drive all night
Ooo Oh Alice

We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all
We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all

Well our boots were made for stomping
Oh our hands were meant to mould
Our minds entwined combine to turn against the status quo
When you're a Krawellschachtl
No label or box will suffice to pin you in
Oh so down we go
Back down the rabbit hole with curiosity

Well if you want
Then go get it
Weave your dreams of Wonderland
Well I will drive and drive and drive all night
Ooo Oh Alice

We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all
Hustle till you hit them all
We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all

Well if you want
Then go get it
Weave your dreams of Wonderland
Well I will drive and drive and drive all night
Ooo Oh Alice

We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all
We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all
We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them all
We're gonna stomp till you got one
And hustle till you hit them

• Acoustic
• metta
• pop
• queer
• singer-songwriter
• soulful
• Galway