This Girl Songtext
von Jenn Colella

This girl
This entitled little–
Calm down, Carrie
But this girl
This Alice Paul
What gall!
To call me an old fogey
Since when am I an old fogey?

She thinks I′m obsolete!
She oughta kiss my feet
I lit the way for her
But no!
She thinks she knows better
Don't let her get to your head
Focus on your speech instead


What was I thinking
Enabling her?
I should′ve heeded the doubts I had
From the start
She's undeniably smart
But so misguided

I've labored for decades
To craft a conservative image for suffrage
But she makes us look like
A horde of hysterical harpies
With smoke blowing out of our ears!
What if she ruins what I have been mounting for years?
I did not count on this girl!

This girl
I can′t believe I am now viewed as the old guard
And she as the beacon of change
Me, the old fogey
How strange

This girl
Not this girl
Raised by a penniless drunk
Who refused to send her to school
Not this girl, who paid
Her own way through college
Proving she′s nobody's fool


Who worked as the first woman superintendent
Harassed by her boss
But managed to thrive
Who married a man for a good reputation
Then found herself widowed
At age 25

Not this girl, who flouted all feminine custom
By joining the fight for the vote
Not this girl, who followed the lead of the movement
Hiding her anger beneath her petticoat
Who rose through the ranks
By paying her dues
And earned her place at the top
Who transformed and expanded the organization
And she′s yet to stop!

Not this girl you see before you now
Who stands by each move that she's made
This old fogey′s time has come
Woman's time has come

I′ve fought my whole goddamned life
For respect for my sex
And I will no longer allow
This arrogant child to imperil
Our chance to be free
Not me
Not this girl!