Shoulda been a flapper,
Shoulda been pushin' all the rules out the window
And lookin' good while doin' it.
Shoulda been feelin' the blues
while doin' a slow grind on the dance floor.
Stockings slipping slowly against
a new man's fingers, filled up with moonshine
and feelin' good.
Not needing any handcuff,
only wanting giddy snugglepups
doin' the shimmy as a new breed.
Yeah, shoulda been born a back alley
speakeasy flapper girl in her prime.
Shoulda had my wings flyin'
through perceptions and admonitions.
Shoulda had the image and the attitude
to crane anyone's neck.
Shoulda had poisonously scarlet lips
and stark black rimmed eyes.
Shoulda been a flapper.
Shoulda had the jazz.
Shoulda, shoulda.
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