Alex got her name because her father wished her born a son   A fancy name for a flighty girl   Now flight of fancy runs amok on everyone   Daddy took advantage of the situation   He waited seven years with great expectations   And if they had a crown they'd hold a daily coronation      CHORUS   It's Alex again   Alex again   And every now and then   She looks like the girl I knew from way back when      Alex likes to taunt the men at work who can't grow facial hair   She tells them if they can't produce up there   They can't do jack down there   Alex keeps a book at home   Says she's got the souls of fifty men   Neatly filed for future use   If she ever needs to make an example of them   Another will to crus or spirit to tame   And up against the wall they all look the same   But Alex never met a mouth she couldn't make scream out her name      Just a few short days ago Daddy kicked quite short of breath   No one is quite sure if he had a stroke   Or had his ego stroked to death   Alex sits alone by the picture window   Looking more and more like the Mona Lisa   Never gives away everything she might know   But something sure has pleased her