Ashlee Simpson is such a doll, such a spitfire cutie, that you'd think young guys would've flocked to her show here Thursday night at the Paramount. But there were only a few males there, most of them dads escorting broods of young girls.

Almost all of the big — but far from sold out — audience was made up of screaming teen and preteen girls. For them, Simpson was a living action figure, through which they could live out their celebrity/rock-star fantasies. She was the embodiment of Rock Star Barbie.

Simpson is best known for the embarrassing lip-sync malfunction on "Saturday Night Live," which has made her the biggest joke in pop music since Milli Vanilli.

There was no lip-synching at the Paramount. But there was no singing, either. Simpson, who tries to fashion herself after Avril Lavigne and Gwen Stefani, mostly talked the lyrics in a sing-songy manner. Almost any of the girls in the crowd, except for maybe the very little ones, could be taught to "sing" as well as her.

Backed by a four-piece band, Simpson performed 13 songs, including most of the cuts from her 3 million-selling debut album, "Autobiography," and some covers. She turned the stage over to the band four times, giving her a chance to go backstage, catch her breath and change costumes.

She opened with her CD's title cut and closed with its big hit single, "Pieces of Me," the only encore song. An acoustic portion, during which she was backed by her two guitarists, was devoted to "Giving It Away," "Love Makes the World Go Round" and a new song about living in Hollywood and missing her Texas home.

She announced that her debut film, to be released this summer, has been renamed for her song, "Undiscovered."

The one song that may have made the parents in the crowd cringe was her only overtly sexual song, "La La," in which she declared, "I like it better when it hurts" and "I'll be a French maid when I meet you at the door."

Before doing "Love Me For Me," she talked about the "SNL" mishap. "I've had a tough year," she said. "Everybody makes mistakes."

Two cute boy bands opened. The button-down Click Five, in suits and ties, did romantic, Beatlesque songs. The more dangerous Pepper's Ghost, in low-slung jeans and tight T's, rawked. Both were professional but lacked compelling songs.