Lyrics (a continuation of me posting lyrics)

There isn't a lot I wouldn't do to post lyrics to songs that I really like. But see, usually, someone else has already written them up and posted them somewhere. So it's simple matter of copy/paste. A few minor changes and such and such, but otherwize fairly simple. Sadly though this is not a normal situation. No one has posted lyrics for Oh No. So I get to write them up from the liner notes. Which is really annoying and tedious, but for the sake of posterity, worth it. So here we go.

Let It Rain (exactly the way it's written in the liner notes)
Super automatic pilot motor running in the parking lot. Self-sustaining system bit her in the neck and quick and kissed her and took all she got. Did you come here to dance? What's in your glass? Do you feel better? Let it rain, let it pour. Hallelujah. Let it rain, let it pour. Cruise control distressed her, kind of cursed and kind of blessed her engine running on the fumes. Vision blue and blurry, fallen angles in flurry spinning through the empty room. Did you come here to dance? What's in your glass? Do you feel better now? Let it rain, let it pour. Hallelujah. Let it rain, let it pour. Super automatic pilot motor running down circles in the parking lot. Self-sustaing system bit her in the neck and quick and kissed her and took all she got. Let it rain, let it pour.

Crash the Party
You're not the prettiest girl in town, and I'm not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown, so to hell with Valentine's, to hell with perfume, to hell with chocolates and picnics and Sinatra tunes. 'Cause while the rest of the girls are drowning in roses and songs he composes, and while the rest of the guys are all trying so hard, oh, let's crash the party. El Dorado on the lawn. Let's burn holes in the carpets, kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long. I'm not so good with subtlety. You wouldn't say that I'm the picture of urbanity. Never put much stock in suavity or courtesy or chivalry or gallantry or all that useless jewelery, but while the rest of the girls still sigh for the night he was smiling politely, and while the rest of the guys are all trying so hard, oh girl, let's crash the party. El Dorado on the lawn. Let's burn holes in the carpets, kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long. All night long.

I would write up another one, but I'd rather not. In any event.
In any event. (Smiles. Thinks about Ricky and Damian. Thinks about her little dream of being a rock star, knowing full well that she couldn't actually be one. She'd be no good at it. Dreams of meeting all the rock stars she loves. Hopes that maybe one day someone will write a song about her. Smiles again and finishes the entry.)