The Secreters

by Joanne Tickle

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recorded in Hastings in the attic, garage, pop, creep out, gutter fun


released March 24, 2015



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Joanne Tickle Ontario

Joanne Tickle founding member of the band The Priscillas and then The Real Priscillas. Works in the biz we call show. Music creator in the Hastings attic. The Secreters was created with Melissa Boraski. Gorilla Girl was produced by Ron Sexsmith. Artwork by Roan Bateman. ... more

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Track Name: Wanda
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda
Wanda I saw you with him,
You know its a sin.
He was mine before you came,
We let you come in.
Now you think that he is yours,
He'll stay with you forever more.
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda
He's just wasting time with you,
Soon he'll see the light,
Then he'll be back on my doorstep,
Spending every night,
I am sure you'll find someone else
cause we hear only wedding bells.
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda
Someday we could double date,
When you find another mate.
Until then, I'm watching you,
Every move you make.
I know he will realize that he's made a mistake.
Gonna wait my time is due,
Until then Wanda F-you!
Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda
Track Name: The Boss
Who ever said you could be my boss? Your hair is yellow like candy floss. Your skirt is so tight that you cannot walk. All I can do is stare at the clock. You sting like a bee with your lips of red. You're living your life inside of your head. You float off the ground like a big balloon. You don't see that your time is ending soon.
I'm filing you away,
deleted from today,
Your coffee's cold,
Your software is old,
I'm sitting in my cubicle. I'm biting off my cuticle. Your perfume is like a poison snake and your smile is completely fake.
Whoever said you could be my boss? When I walk away it will be your loss. There isn't a place for you to hide. I'm blowing the whistle cause I've got my pride.