Pink
A buzz or a clunk
The slow turn on of pink neon
The red light shafts a pool to the floor
A pole near the middle with a front on spotlight
Everything is sharp and distorted
“Pink pony club
I’m going to keep on dancing”
Red curls blue eyeshadow
The voice a Broadway belt
Grinding, grinding, grinding
I hope they clean that pole
Tightly clinched high on heels
“Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene
She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream”
I’m a proud estranged adult child
Ripped fishnets and red lipstick
It’s kinda punk but a lot more drag
There’re not too many holes
And lots of sequins
It looks like burlesque but it’s a record stores dream
Anthematic automatic senseomatic queeromatic dream
We are safe here in the dark and the strobing lights
Dance and joy will hit you and lull you away
From trauma
“And mama, every Saturday
I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying”
Perfect nails
“I'm gonna keep on dancing”
Perfect hair
“I'm gonna keep on dancing”
Perfect makeup
“I'm gonna keep on dancing”
“Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day”
Lyrics from Pink Pony Club by Chappel Roan