LYRICS
Sharon Perl - Lead Vocals
Jon Estes - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Bass, Upright Bass, Piano, B-3, Synth
JP Ruggieri - Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
Mary Bragg - Background Vocals
Jordan Perlson - Drums, Castanets, Hooves, Tambourine, additional percussion
She was the girl next door
Or the femme fatale
When they needed a leading lady she’d be the very first call
In her third act now
She’s got things to say
So she makes her own movies when they try to get in her way
Tell her she can’t
Tell her she won’t
She’s got battle scars
And a Hollywood Walk of Fame star
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’ left to roll
She’s calling out
The industry dudes
So the women who follow in her footsteps are not hashtag me too
And at a donors’ brunch
Or a D.C. march
The people stop and listen when she says “we gotta lead the charge”
Tell her she can’t
Tell her she won’t
What a feeling it is
To have no more fucks to give
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’ left to roll
Tell her she can’t
Tell her she won’t
You can try to tell her…you can try to tell her…try to tell her…
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’ left to roll
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’
She’s gotta lotta rockin’ left to roll
(c) 2025 Sharon Perl and Mary Bragg