Amanda Jane, dressed in that Bratz doll Hot Topic version of kinderwhore, undulates for the Leadership crowd, who agreeably dance throughout, until they seem stuck on the end of their own desire, wanting her and wanting her to be denied, virgin and whore, with guilt on top for the existence of sex. Abstinence as its own porn, exerting more control over these warped young men than any amount of force could have done. Here are the lyrics. I don't really think they need much comment beyond their recapitulation:
There was a time when you taught your baby girl how to ride
But then on a dime, I rebelled and wouldn't show you [a word here. Time? The time?]/ No, no, no
I thought I was cool, I would not come back straight on home after school
I broke all the rules, I laughed at you and called you a fool/ No, no, no...
Sarah and Steve laugh and chat in the corner, watching them dance, whip themselves into something so in flight from desire that it becomes desire, and the scary lyrics start in earnest.
Because Jesus, he loves me
So now I love me too
I'm saving myself for you
Jesus, he loves me
So now I love me too
And I'm saving myself for you
It's a boner forest out there. She and the similarly underaged/overprecocious keyboardist do a little rap.
I told you Daddy
I'd be okay
Somebody asked me out today
He said he'd have me home by nine to pray
Amanda Jane folds her hands in prayer, leveling a gaze of frank desire over the tips, fairly licking them, upright before her lips; Amanda Jane has no idea what she's doing, what she's saying. She's expressing His holy light. Honesty.
I'm still your little girl
This last over a smirk like a whore's. "Jesus, everybody! Honesty!" One horny youth screams out, "Honesty, babe!" Another shouts, "Honesty!" It is my belief that Maryann's house can appear anywhere, at any time, because it is everywhere if you know where to look. No divisions, as they say, between ourselves and divinity. And chastity, well, abstinence can become its own sort of abandon; we surrender ourselves, don't we? To each other, to ourselves, to V, to pleasure, to compassion, to humility, to the Lord. This is only surrender. In certain moments, any house could be Maryann's house.