Lyrics

I wasn’t born, I burst,From corsets and curse words,heel-first.I kissed the mirror and said,
“Damn, girl,You’ll make sin blush redder than a Sunday pearl.”I wasn’t made for the kitchen or pew,I was cooked up in gin joints,with a slit up my truth and a tongue that flew.They called me scandal,called me whore,Like my hips broke some sacred law.But sugar,I was the law,In rouge and lace,Slappin’ slapstick with a wink to your face. They say,Be a lady.”
I say, “Why?”I’ve made more men cry than your preacher’s alibi.While they hymned and hemmed, I hoisted a leg,Lit cigars with every vow they begged.Men prayed for me, and then preyed for me,But I dined on danger and debauchery.I don’t sit still unless it’s on a throne.Don’t need your throne,I’ll make a man outta stone.Got kicked outta morals,but darling, I moaned my way home.See, I didn’t bat these lashes to behave.I batted ‘em like gavel,every blink, a wave.A courtroom in cleavage,A verdict in curves,I made the devil stammer and saints lose their nerve. I don’t purr, I prowl.I don’t flirt, I devour.You think it’s lipstick,nah, sweetheart,That’s war paint with flower power.They dressed me in labels, tramp, tease, clown,But honey, I wore shame like a wedding gown.I didn’t need a king, I built the throne,Wrote my own script in a moan and a tone.They tried to silence my velvet crimes,But my punchlines aged better than their church bell chimes.I spoke in double entendres and diamond dust,Lips lined with innuendo, truths laced with lust. I was the crack in your chastity belt,The wink that made celibacy melt.I came before the storm,And after the shame,Taught your virgin saints how to spell their name.You want purity?Go pray in lace.You want power?Try saying “no” with a smile on your face.I wasn’t the storm, I was the spark,The matchstick mouth that lit up the dark.I slipped past censors with a swivel and smirk,Turned every Puritan dream into burlesque work.So don’t call me lady,Don’t call me tame,Call me by my full damn name.Mae.Like Mayday.A warning. A flame.The woman they feared would rewrite the game.And sugar?I did.With hips, wit, and gall.Now be a doll,And let your morals fall.