Pearlie Mae’s Confessions

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[Intro] Pearlie Mae, come on in Close that door, let the truth begin [Verse 1] I told my mama I was home by ten But the porch clock caught me rolling in again Had your number written underneath my sleeve Said I was only window-shopping—please believe I borrowed red lipstick from the bathroom drawer Left one little kiss on the kitchen door Now everybody knows what I tried to hide Pearlie Mae keeps a secret with a sparkle in her eye [Pre-Chorus] I can keep it sweet, I can keep it cute But a little truth tastes better in a silk jumpsuit If you ask me twice, I might tell you more There’s a whole lot of laughter waiting by the door [Chorus] These are Pearlie Mae’s confessions Little wild hearts and big intentions I did it, I said it, I’m owning the mess Put it on the table in my Sunday best Pearlie Mae’s confessions No regrets, just a new direction If you came for the truth, baby, take your seat I’ve got one more secret tucked beneath the beat [Verse 2] I changed my voicemail just to sound grown Then forgot the words when you called my phone Bought a fancy cake for a fancy affair Ate half the frosting before I got there Told my best friend I was done with your name Then wrote it in a notebook with a heart and a flame I’m not gonna lie, I like a little chase But I like it even better when you say it to my face [Pre-Chorus] I can keep it sweet, I can keep it cute But a little truth tastes better in a silk jumpsuit If you ask me twice, I might tell you more There’s a whole lot of laughter waiting by the door [Chorus] These are Pearlie Mae’s confessions Little wild hearts and big intentions I did it, I said it, I’m owning the mess Put it on the table in my Sunday best Pearlie Mae’s confessions No regrets, just a new direction If you came for the truth, baby, take your seat I’ve got one more secret tucked beneath the beat [Bridge] One for the trouble, two for the thrill Three for the promises I probably will Break, then mend, then break again I’m a little bit honest, a little bit sin Don’t clutch your pearls, don’t call the press I’m just making room for my happiness [Final Chorus] These are Pearlie Mae’s confessions Sweet little scandals with good intentions I did it, I said it, I’m owning the mess Put it on the table in my Sunday best Pearlie Mae’s confessions Turn the whole room into a celebration If you came for the truth, baby, take your seat I’ve got one more secret tucked beneath the beat [Outro] Pearlie Mae, now you know That’s the last one—maybe so Pearlie Mae, don’t be shy Tell your truth and let it fly