it always bears repeating
All of this. ALL OF THIS!
Trufax: when I was twelve, I may or may not have written some of these lyrics on my all with oil pastels. Next to the hole shaped like Australia from when I threw a boombox threw the wall because I had too many feelings.
I probably should never admit this, but I have no shame anymore.
So, apparently it’s virtually impossible to find a live performance of the original, but the middle aged lady in me can totally get down with this version.