Teenage Queen

Verse 1:

Streetlights bleedin' orange hue, paintin' shadows on the queue

Outside the Roxy, Friday night, a kaleidoscope of colour, light

She pulls her tights a little higher, a whispered dare, sets souls afire

Red lipstick, a crimson stain, against the drizzle, whispers rain

Chorus:

'Cause these aren't just tights and a painted smile,

This is a riot, a rebel's guile.

These aren't just mini skirts, a fleeting scene,

This is defiance, a teenage queen.

Verse 2:

Her mother's pearls, a hidden vice, beneath a leather jacket's ice

Grandmother's stories, softly told, of suffragettes, brave and bold

She sees their fire in the glass, a reflection of what will come to pass

The long hair falls, a silken wave, unbound, unbowed, no longer a slave

Chorus:

'Cause these aren't just tights and a painted smile,

This is a riot, a rebel's guile.

These aren't just mini skirts, a fleeting scene,

This is defiance, a teenage queen.

Bridge:

The headlines scream, a moral fright, 'Decency's dead' in black and white

But in the music, a different call, a generation standing tall

Each chipped nail, a battle scar, a revolution reaching far

The bass drum thumps, a steady beat, drownin' out the bitter, sour, defeat.

Verse 3:

He watches her, across the room, beneath the flickering neon bloom

He sees the strength within her eyes, a spirit that forever flies

His own rebellion, quietly nursed, a bottled anger, ready to burst

He joins the dance, a silent plea, to break the chains, and finally be free.

Chorus:

'Cause these aren't just tights and a painted smile,

This is a riot, a rebel's guile.

These aren't just mini skirts, a fleeting scene,

This is defiance, a teenage queen.

Outro:

The music fades, the night is done, but the seeds of change have just begun

Red lipstick smeared, a whispered prayer, a revolution hanging in the air.

Tights may ladder, hemlines fray, but the spirit burns brighter every day.