Bright blue, hot pink, or a pink that’s pale
these are the colors I like to paint on my nails
And as the days go by, chip, chip, chip
the beautiful paint begins to faint
Oh no! now I must hide them
cuz in a minute my aunt will find ’em
and she’ll say
“Oh baby, poor baby don’t you know that this right here
is not lady-like.
like a lady, what’s it mean?
Am I supposed to gleam, not scream, remain a Queen?
Sometimes I wanna shout and holla
and pop that ass for a dolla.
I wanna walk around obnoxious
but I hear that that’s toxic…
for a lady’s appearance
But what if I don’t wanna be a lady
does that make a difference?
And as for these nails that are chipped
and not lady-like
I don’t give a shit
so go take a hike.