A Showgirl Life isn’t about fame—it’s about the kind of spotlight that flickers from a jukebox in a corner bar, or the hush before a song in a coffee shop. This playlist tells the story of playing for tips, for strangers, for the love of the song itself. It’s about learning to live with music as the reward—not the applause, not the algorithms. Just the truth in every note, and the grace of being heard by even one soul who needed it.

Showgirl Life by Hot Cookie♨️🍪

[The Full Lyrics]
I lost some years to being unsure
Tried to fit where I didn’t belong
Wrote my truth in quiet verses
While the loud ones sang along
They said I’d shine if I just bent
If I paid to play their game
But I kept my soul in silence
And they never learned my name
It’s okay you forgot me
I’ve felt left out before
Like the day he packed his suitcase
And walked right past the door
Like the folks who said they’d help me
If I changed the way I sang
If I softened all my edges
And wore someone else’s name
But I found the one who saw me
Not the mask or the disguise
He held my hand through silence
And never asked me why
He said my voice was weathered
But it rang like chapel bells
And I knew I’d been remembered
In a world that never tells
I watched the scroll go spinning
While my songs stayed in the shade
They liked the ones with filters
Not the ones I truly made
But I kept on writing anyway
For the girl I used to be
For the woman who grew stronger
When no one else could see
Cause I found the one who saw me
Not the mask or the disguise
He held my hand through silence
And never asked me why
He said my voice was weathered
But it rang like chapel bells
And I knew I’d been remembered
In a world that never tells
I don’t need your validation
I don’t need your paid applause
I’ve got stories in my marrow
And a heart that knows its cause
You can chase your trending moment
I’ll be here with something true
And if you ever feel forgotten
I’ll sing this back to you
So it’s okay you forgot me
I’m not bitter, I’m not small
I’ve been lost and I’ve been broken
But I’ve learned to stand tall
I’ve got songs that hold my history
And a love that holds me tight
And I’ll keep on singing softly
Till the stars give back their light
Cause I found the one who saw me
Not the mask or the disguise
He held my hand through silence
And never asked me why
He said my voice was weathered
But it rang like chapel bells
And I knew I’d been remembered
In a world that never tells
It’s okay you forgot me
I remember me just fin

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Okay You Forgot Me (Edit)

There’s an orange I’ve only seen
When the sunrise kisses sea
Or hiding at the edge of rain
Where the rainbow bends to me
It’s not the orange of traffic lights
Or neon signs that scream
It’s the hush of fruit on quiet trees
In a half-forgotten dream
Rare things, they don’t shout
They wait for hearts to open out
They bloom in silence, fade in grace
They color life we don’t embrace
This game of living, full and wide
Is painted soft on every side
Why do we walk with eyes half-closed
Past wonders we already know?
Why do we chase the loud and bright
And miss the magic in the light?
The echo of a quiet hue
Could teach us how to see what’s true
But we don’t look—we never do
Beyond the things we always knew
Rare things, they don’t shout
They wait for hearts to open out
They bloom in silence, fade in grace
They color life we don’t embrace
This game of living, full and wide
Is painted soft on every side
So if you see that orange glow
Hold it close and let it show
It’s rare, it’s real, it’s always near
But only if your soul can hear
It’s rare, it’s real, it’s always near
But only if your soul can hear
if your soul can hear... if.. your.. soul.. can... hear


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Orange Heart

What was it like? You can tell me.
You ripped my heart out—for what?
What could make you lose me…
When I was everything you said you wanted?
I gave you mornings, I gave you grace
Held your secrets, kissed your face
You said I was your only truth
But now she’s wearing all my youth
I saw the way you looked at her
Like I was never even there
You built a future on my name
Then lit it up and walked away
Why did you leave me and love that girl instead?
Was it her laugh, her lips, the lies she fed?
I was your home, your fire, your thread
So why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?
I gave you songs you never heard
Wrote you poems without a word
You said I was your deepest ache
But now she’s dancing in my place
I saw the texts, I felt the shift
You gave her all I thought was gift
You called me magic, called me muse
But now I’m just the one you lose
Why did you leave me and love that girl instead?
Was it her ease, her shine, the games she led?
I was your storm, your calm, your bed
So why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?
Was I too much when you needed less?
Too honest when you craved finesse?
Did I bleed too bright, love too loud—
While she just smiled and made you proud?
I held the storm so you could sleep
Built you altars, buried deep
But you chose silence over truth
And her perfume over proof
So tell me now, was it ever real?
Or just a game you played to feel?
I was the fire you couldn’t hold
So you ran to something cold Why did you leave me and love that girl instead?
Was it her mask, her charm, the words she said?
I was your truth, your fight, your thread
So why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?
What was it like? You can tell me.
You ripped my heart out—for what?
What could make you lose me…
When I was everything you said you wanted?
Why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?

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What Was It Like by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

Illusions in the mirror, I trace what isn’t mine
A thousand faces flicker, lost between the lines
I wore a hundred costumes, I danced in borrowed shoes
But every time you near me, I forget what I can’t lose
I disappear, I disappear
No more shadows, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And something new begins to clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
My history’s a puzzle, scattered on the floor
You never asked for answers, just opened up the door
I stepped into the silence, where truth begins to sing
And found my voice inside it, not just echoes in the wings
I disappear, I disappear
No more hiding, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And suddenly it’s crystal clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I was a mime in motion, a magician with no spell
A mask upon a mirror, a secret I couldn’t tell
But you saw through the silence, through the smoke and through the show
And gave me back the pieces I forgot I used to know
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I disappear, I disappear
No more hiding, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And suddenly it’s crystal clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I was a mime in motion, a magician with no spell
A mask upon a mirror, a secret I couldn’t tell
But you saw through the silence, through the smoke and through the show
And gave me back the pieces I forgot I used to know
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
o unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
what love does
what ..love .....does...

What Love Does by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

Twerk was the word, now it’s passé
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny display
Flash that fabric like it’s gold
Show me
Baby
What you sold
You got the moves
I got the beat
Let’s make the night
Incomplete
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Neon lights
Your body speaks
Shadows dancing
Curves that peek
Every step’s a masterpiece
Put on a show
Never cease
You got the vibe
I got the stage
Let’s write a story
Turn the page
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Velvet ropes
And candy lips
You sell the dream
With every twist
Mirror ball
And latex shine
You’re the headline
Every time
You got the look
I got the lens
Let’s break the rules
Forget the trends
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Swipe it fast
Make the moment last
Freaky
Freaky
On the beat
This sale’s wild
Can’t feel defeat
You’re the ad
You’re the tease
You’re the clickbait
On your knees
You’re the product
You’re the pitch
You’re the fantasy
In the glitch
I’m the buyer
You’re the brand
We’re the fire
On demand
This ain’t love
This ain’t fate
It’s a sale
And it’s too late
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat

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G-String by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

Feel the rhythm pulse and sway, where dreams and reality dismay
As drums and keys join the fray, crafting tales in a splendid array
Lost in the echoes, lost in the groove, where jazz’s heart will always prove
A connection deep, an endless love, swirling through like stars above
They say she’s lucky—famous, flawless, rich.
But they don’t see the bruises behind the glitter.
I’ve had it bad too… but not like her.
They say she’s lucky—famous, flawless, rich.
But they don’t see the bruises behind the glitter.
I’ve had it bad too… but not like her.
Velvet curtains, high-heeled dreams
Sequins stitched to silent screams
She paints her smile in cherry red
But cries in cursive when she’s in bed
They cheer her name, they want her glow
But never ask what she let go
It’s the life of a showgirl, dancing through fire
Living for love, but sold to desire
She spins in the glitter, breaks in the dark
Every ovation just hides the mark
She’s grace on a wire, tears in disguise
The life of a showgirl—truth in her eyes
Backstage roses, perfume lies
She trades her soul for lullabies
The spotlight’s warm, but never stays
She’s chasing echoes through matinee haze
I’ve had my nights, I’ve felt the sting
But I never wore pain like a diamond ring
She walks through fame like it’s a storm
I just watched from somewhere warm
She’s not your doll, she’s not your muse
She’s got her scars, she’s paid her dues
And when the curtain falls tonight
She’ll walk away, bathed in moonlight
Am I overexposed? Yes.
Do I try to make as much money as I can
Selling new trinkets to my fans?
Yeah.
But that’s just part of the life of a showgirl.
It’s the life of a showgirl, fierce and alone
Built from the ashes, carved into stone
She sings for the broken, dances for grace
Wears every heartbreak like lace on her face
She’s grace on a wire, tears in disguise
The life of a showgirl—truth in her eyes
a showgirl—truth in her eyes
grace on a wire, tears in disguise
a showgirl—a showgirl—a showgirl—truth in her eyes
grace on a wire, tears in disguisea showgirl—a showgirl—a showgirl—truth in her eyes
 tears in disguise...showgirl...showgirl....showgirl

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic