SHE'S A REBEL, SHE'S A SAINT, SHE'S THE SALT OF THE EARTH AND SHE'S DANGEROUS. SHE'S A REBEL, VIGILANTE, MISSING LINK ON THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION. FROM CHICAGO TO TORONTO, SHE'S THE ONE THAT THEY CALL OLD WHATSERNAME. SHE'S THE SYMBOL OF RESISTANCE AND SHE'S HOLDING ON MY HAND LIKE A HAND GRENADE. IS SHE DREAMING WHAT I'M THINKING? IS SHE THE MOTHER OF ALL BOMBS? GONNA DETONATE. IS SHE TROUBLE LIKE I'M TROUBLE? TWIST OF FATE OR A MELODY THAT SINGS THE REVOLUTION, THE DAWNING OF OUR LIVES. SHE BRINGS THE LIBERATION THAT I JUST CAN'T DEFINE, NOTHING COMES TO MIND...