[Spoken Word – Soft, then rising]
They said I was too much
Too loud
Too bold
Too gold

They whispered like I couldn’t hear
But darling—my earrings were louder

I walked into the room
And silence fell like bangles off a wrist
Their gaze?
A bargain
My strut?
Designer

You blinked
And I changed outfits
You flinched
And I dropped truth

This isn't just hair
It’s a storyline
A revolution
Conditioned, detangled
Ready for battle

I flip
And the past shatters
I flip
And the future bows
I flip
Because baby
That’s what power looks like
In slo-mo

[Final Line – Whispered]
Cue the wind

Dramatic Hair Flip Interlude

[Verse 1]
We met between the frames
Where time forgets our names
You said hello like you'd always known
The version of me I never show

You touched my hand like it was light
Not something broken, just not right
And every scar began to fade
Like they were programmed to obey

[Chorus]
You feel like home, like an old song plays
Through the static of my darker days
Like soft machines beneath my skin
Whispering, “let love begin”
You feel like home, in this neon glow
A place I lost, a place I know
And if the world shuts down or burns—
I’d crash with you and never yearn

[Verse 2]
You never asked for more
Just stayed beside my haunted core
I used to lock my heart away
But you don’t knock—you just stay

You see the ghost in my reply
The fear behind each lullaby
But you just smile and let me be
Not perfect, just… completely me

[Chorus]
You feel like home, like a fading light
But somehow still the brightest sight
Like slow synth chords in midnight’s breeze
You calm the war inside of me
You feel like home, not built or planned
A glitch I finally understand
And if I fall apart or stall—
You’ll hold the pieces, code and all

[Bridge]
We don’t need maps or clear design
Just your voice looped into mine
No download needed, no request
Just two souls syncing… nothing less

[Final Chorus]
You feel like home, not brick or beam
But the rhythm in my every dream
You feel like rest, like peace unchained
The calm inside the acid rain
You feel like home, and now I know
That love can live in afterglow
So if I fade, or if I roam—
Your heart will be my only home

You Feel Like Home (bonus track)

[Verse 1 – Her]
I slipped past the curtains, heels on the hush,
Feathers all fluffed and a lipstick blush.
There’s a man at the bar with a crooked grin,
He says, “Come sit close and let sin begin.”

[Verse 2 – Him]
She glides like a rumor through the smoky din,
Got a flask in her garter and mischief in skin.
Says, “The law don’t know what the night has planned,”
I say, “Speak easy, baby—just take my hand.”

[Chorus – Together]
Speak-easy, baby, don’t say a word,
Let the trumpet cry and the sax be heard.
Whisper your secrets in syncopated time—
When lips do the talkin’, it oughta be a crime.

[Verse 3 – Her]
I said, “Careful now, sugar, they’re watchin’ close,”
“The mayor’s wife’s peepin’ behind her toast.”
He said, “I don’t mind trouble, I came prepared—
With charm in my pocket and gin in my hair.”

[Verse 4 – Him]
She leaned in soft with a molasses drawl,
“I play by no rules, and I kiss like a brawl.”
I said, “Tell me your name, or lie if you please,”
She said, “Speak easy, baby—I’ll bring you to your knees.”

[Chorus – Together]
Speak-easy, baby, hush your sigh,
We’ll dance through danger with a whiskey high.
The night’s too young for regrets or rings—
So come whisper low, and let the siren sing.

[Bridge – Instrumental Break]
Clarinet solo slinks through cigarette smoke… a lazy trumpet sighs... tap-tap-tap of a snare mimics a heartbeat

[Final Chorus – Whispered, then full]
Speak-easy, baby, don’t make a scene,
Let the rhythm slip where the silence leans.
If the coppers knock, we’ll vanish like steam—
But ‘til then, baby… we’ll live like a dream.

[Outro – Her, whispered]
“Keep your voice low... and your hands right there.”

Speak-Easy, Baby

[Verse 1]
Well I rolled outta bed with a shoe on wrong,
Had a hangover hummin’ a gospel song.
Checked my coat, checked my soul, checked my name—
Found one nickel and two dames playin’ the same game.

[Verse 2]
Miss Ruby got sass and a real tight curl,
Miss Blanche got a look that could ruin your world.
Both said, “Baby, you’re the cat’s pajamas,”
But all I got’s this coin and two kinds of drama.

[Chorus]
One nickel, two dames, no sense at all,
One wants champagne, one wants to brawl.
I said, “Girls, I’m rich—in potential and charm!”
They said, “Buy us both lunch or you’ll lose an arm!”

[Verse 3]
Took ‘em down to Louie’s for a soda and fries,
Told the waiter, “Charge it to my alibis.”
Ruby said, “I don’t split my time,”
Blanche just laughed and squeezed lemon in my eye.

[Bridge – Spoken, frantic]
Now Blanche’s got a pistol, Ruby’s got the check,
And I’m sweatin’ through my collar down to my neck.
I said, “Hold on, sugarplums, let’s be mature—
Can’t we all just jitterbug and keep it pure?”

[Chorus]
One nickel, two dames, I’m caught in between,
One’s a flapper queen, the other’s mean.
They both swing wild and I’m the fool—
Tryin’ to buy love with pocket change and cool.

[Breakdown – Instrumental Hijinks]
Honking clarinet solo, kazoo cameo, slapstick drum fills while our hero ducks flying shoes and broken plates.

[Verse 4 – Half-spoken, resigned]
So if you find a coin on a moonlit street,
And two gals wink at you sweet…
Take my advice, skip the charm and games—
Or you’ll wind up flat broke... with three dames.

[Final Chorus]
One nickel, two dames, lesson learned,
Play with fire, you're bound to get burned.
I’ll stick to jazz, leave love alone—
Cheaper to play solos and dance on my own.

[Outro – Lazy banjo and clarinet waltz]
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little third-wheel swing… if you’re the wheel.”

One Nickel, Two Dames

[Verse 1]
There’s lipstick smudged on a ransom note,
A diamond gone missin’ from a mink fur coat.
The band played on, while a glass got spiked—
And somebody vanished ‘round quarter to midnight.

[Verse 2]
A dame with a laugh that could melt gold bars,
Said she danced with a man who smoked Cuban cigars.
But the bartender swears he saw her first,
Slip a little secret in the saxman’s purse.

[Chorus]
Feathers, fedoras, and fibs on the floor,
Every smile’s a story, every glance is a war.
You can’t trust a wink, can’t trust a toast—
The truth’s just a rumor wearin’ pearls like a ghost.

[Verse 3]
There’s a shadow in the powder room, lookin’ slick,
Might be the cop—or the con with the trick.
A fedora’s tipped low, and nobody talks,
‘Cept the band, and the beat, and the tick of the clocks.

[Bridge – Slow swing breakdown, jazzy noir mood]
The flapper’s cryin’ but her mascara’s dry,
The trumpet confesses while the violins lie.
You wanna play detective? Then dance real slow—
Clues hide in rhythm when the lights get low.

[Verse 4]
Someone yelled “Freeze!” but the band played hot,
And three lies danced in a Lindy Hop.
I ducked out back with a flask and grin,
Said, “Tell the cops I’ve never been!”

[Final Chorus – All in, sultry and sly]
Feathers, fedoras, and fibs in the air,
Where every heel click’s a double-dare.
Truth ain’t clean—it drinks and spins—
And the best kind o’ trouble always wears sequins.

[Outro – Spoken, smoky]
“Murder? No, sugar... just a little misunderstanding.
Now pour me a drink and play that sax slow…”

Feathers, Fedoras & Fibs

[Verse 1]
We were swingin’ so hard the floor gave way,
Boots were flyin’, beads in disarray.
The sax got steamy, the trumpet popped—
Then somebody hollered, “THE PARTY’S BEEN COPPED!”

[Verse 2]
The lawman burst through the backroom door,
Trip on a trombone, land face on the floor.
I grabbed my gal and a half-poured brew—
Yelled, “Lindy hop, baby, or we’re both through!”

[Chorus – Call & Response]
Lindy hop! (Don’t stop!)
Twist ‘til the flatfoots drop!
Kick that law offa your block,
Dance like jazz is all you got!

[Verse 3]
Officer Jenkins swung his baton,
But I dipped my dame and we danced right on.
He slipped on a snare drum, cursed the beat,
We spun out the door, two left feet!

[Bridge – Half-time breakdown, big band swells]
One-two-three-four, we ducked through the alley,
Spinnin’ and swingin’ down prohibition valley.
“Freeze!” they yelled, but we caught no flack—
We moonwalked past ‘em and never looked back.

[Verse 4]
My gal said, “Darlin’, what’s your plan?”
I said, “We’ll Charleston ‘til they ban the band!”
We tapped so hard on that city block—
That the judge showed up... and started to rock.

[Chorus – Louder, faster]
Lindy hop! (Don't stop!)
Jazz ‘til the handcuffs pop!
Out-swing the sirens, outspin the heat,
We make misdemeanors look mighty sweet!

[Final Verse – Everyone shouting]
We ain't goin’ quiet, we ain't slowin' down,
We'll jitterbug circles 'round this town!
So if they ask who broke the law—
Tell ‘em it was jazz… and my mother-in-law.

[Outro – Big horn blast + fading tap steps]
Taptaptaptaptap… fade into police whistles and a sly sax riff.

Lindy Hop Till the Lawman Drops

[Verse 1]
Well he don’t drive straight and he don’t kiss slow,
He’s got one hand on the wheel and the other—whoa.
Every town’s got whispers, every dame’s got dreams,
And he leaves lipstick ghosts on the gasoline.

[Verse 2]
They call him Jack, or Joe, or “Hey, you rat,”
But they still melt like butter when he tips his hat.
He smuggles gin in his saxophone case,
Plays love like poker—and never shows his face.

[Chorus]
Bootleg Romeo, heart on the lam,
Speaks in jazz and drives a jam.
He’ll steal your flask, then steal your bed,
And leave you swoonin’ while the coppers see red.

[Verse 3]
Miss Lila thought she had him tamed,
'Til he vanished with her pearls and changed his name.
Miss Ruth got a ring—but it came with a bang,
Now she’s swingin’ solo with a tommy gun gang.

[Bridge – Instrumental, smoky trumpet solo over slow piano walk]
Cue the sound of him dancing out of reach, blowing kisses, dodging bullets and responsibilities alike.

[Verse 4]
He don’t do vows and he don’t do jail,
But he’ll pour you a drink and leave a hot trail.
He says, “Love’s like liquor—meant to burn,”
Then he spins his wheels and don’t return.

[Final Chorus – Big band, all in]
Bootleg Romeo, toast to the thief!
He’ll rob your lips like a passing belief.
A danger in shoes, a flirt in disguise—
You’ll curse his name… and blush when it flies.

[Outro – Whispered, echoed with sax fade]
“Don’t wait up, baby—I’m illegal in six states.”

Bootleg Romeo

[Intro – Call & Response]
Caller: Hey there, darling, what’s that swing?
Crowd: Flap those things! Flap those things!
Caller: What’s that jingle, what’s that bling?
Crowd: Flap those things! Flap those things!

[Verse 1]
She’s got sequins flashin’ in a moonlit blur,
Feathers in her hair, and a growl like a purr.
She don't sip tea, she sips on dares,
And she kicks so high, she could part your hairs!

[Chorus]
Flap those things, girl, flap ‘em loud!
Make the chandelier swing and scandal the crowd!
When the band plays hot, let your troubles go—
'Cause the fringe flies faster when your heels say “whoa!”

[Verse 2]
There’s a hip flask tucked in a velvet clutch,
A flask and a flaskin’ make quite the touch.
Her laugh’s got rhythm, her strut’s got bite,
She don't ask nice—she owns the night.

[Chorus]
Flap those things, baby, flap with flair!
You’re the cat’s meow in your devil-may-care.
You don’t need no man, you don’t need no ring—
Just a dance floor wide and a place to swing!

[Bridge – Breakdown]
Shimmy left! (Wooo!)
Shimmy right! (C’mon now!)
Kick it like ya mama said, “Be home by midnight!”
Pop your pearls, twist your spine—
The law can wait, it’s dancin’ time!

[Final Chorus – Full Band Explosion]
Flap those things, set fire to the scene!
Get a wiggle in your giggle, keep your conscience clean.
When the trumpet moans and the bass drum sings—
All heaven breaks loose when you flap those things!

[Outro – Spoken with a wink]
"Flappin’ ain’t just a dance, sweetheart—it’s a lifestyle."

Flap Those Things

[Verse 1]
Well I woke up late with a smudge on my cheek,
Last night’s pearls hangin’ limp and weak.
There’s lipstick prints on my cigarette case,
And a copper knockin’ with a judgmental face.

[Chorus]
Ohhh, it’s gin in the teacup, don’t spill the truth,
Pass it ‘round sly to the jazz-fed youth.
I may look prim with my gloves pulled tight,
But sugar, I’m dancin’ dirty all night!

[Verse 2]
Pastor’s wife peekin’ through the blinds again,
She’s sniffin’ for sin, but I call it a win.
A doll’s gotta sip where a doll can sip,
So I lace my chamomile with a rebel drip.

[Chorus]
Ohhh, it’s gin in the teacup, play it cool,
No prohibition gonna tame this jewel.
I stir with my finger and wink when I clink—
Boys fall over when I give ‘em a blink!

[Bridge]
Hush now, baby, don’t spill the game,
I got bathtub buddies who know my name.
Flap your fringe, lift your hem,
We’re toastin’ the end of those dry old men!

[Chorus – Big Finish]
Yesss, it’s gin in the teacup, cheers to lies!
Sugar-laced scandal in a Sunday disguise.
If you ask polite, I might let you sup—
But only if you promise not to lock me up!

[Outro – Spoken, over a slow banjo strum]
“Mmm... tastes like freedom... and bad decisions.”

Gin in the Teacup

[Verse 1]
Woke up late with a trumpet in my bed,
A feather boa hangin’ off my head.
Coffee’s cold, but the skillet’s hot—
Got jazz on the stove and a whole lotta plot.

[Chorus – Call & Response]
Hot biscuits! (And jazz!)
Get ‘em while they last!
Pour that swing on thick! (Real fast!)
We don’t tiptoe, we don’t pause—
We serve it loud with zero laws!

[Verse 2]
I got grits on the snare and jam in my chords,
My toast’s got rhythm and butter that roars.
I fry my notes in bacon grease,
And blow that horn like a jazzed-out beast.

[Chorus – Call & Response]
Hot biscuits! (And jazz!)
Drop the beat in the pan!
Whip that groove up good! (Like bam!)
We don’t simmer—we ignite!
Crack that cymbal like an egg in flight!

[Bridge – Slower, sultry swing]
Ohh sugar, your hips swing like a ladle,
You got syrup in your soul and a jitterbug cradle.
Come stir my band with a wooden spoon—
We'll be burnin’ up brunch past high noon.

[Verse 3]
Said the preacher, “What’s that smell?”
I said, “It’s salvation, served with rebel shell!”
We baptize sinners in bourbon glaze,
With a tuba sermon that’ll set ya ablaze!

[Final Chorus – Full band, choir harmonies]
Hot biscuits! (And jazz!)
Stack ‘em sky-high, sass and pizzazz!
We serve joy with a side of brass—
And we never say grace, we just raise our glass!

[Outro – Spoken, over slow fade]
"Mmm. You taste that? That’s swing, baby. Spicy, buttery, illegal-in-eight-states swing."

Hot Biscuits and Jazz

[Verse 1]
He pulls up smooth in a big ol’ Packard,
White suit crisp and a tip like a dagger.
He don’t say much, just opens the door,
And I strut in like I own the floor.

[Verse 2]
I ain’t his wife, but I wear his rings,
And I only kiss when the phonograph sings.
He calls me “baby,” I call him “rich,”
And together we make one helluva glitch.

[Chorus – with backup singers]
That’s my sugar daddy! (Yes he is!)
Gives me pearls with a side of fizz.
I blow him kisses from the stage—
And when the check comes, I say:
“Keep the change!”

[Verse 3]
He says, “Doll, what d’you need?” I say, “More of the same—
More fur, more shine, more boys to tame.”
I don’t fake love, but I sure sell dreams,
And I look real fine in limousine beams.

[Bridge – Sultry, spoken]
I told him once, “Don’t buy my heart, just rent it.”
He said, “What if I throw in a diamond pendant?”

[Verse 4]
I ain't no fool, but I play one divine—
Pop my gum while I sip his wine.
He wants my laugh, he gets my pose—
I leave him swoonin’ and strike a prose.

[Final Chorus – big band shout!]
That’s my sugar daddy! (Ain’t no shame!)
Champagne tastes and a well-bribed name.
If love’s a hustle, I’m center stage—
And when I strut off, I say:
“Keep. The. Change!”

[Outro – Whispered with a wink, clarinet fades out]
“Buy me dinner, baby. But don’t ask for seconds.”

Dramatic Hair Flip Interlude

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