White Tank Top (Edited)

I see you walking down the sidewalk in the afternoon heat

A small rebellion in the rhythm of your heartbeat

A little silver secret that you don't try to hide

With a confident little bounce in your stride

And the old men on the corner, they don't understand

They see a problem where I see a masterplan

A simple declaration, a little piece of art

A map of your autonomy, a brand new kind of start

So here's to the girls with their ta-tas pierced

Who feel it's necessary, and make it crystal clear

In a white tank top, no bra, walking down the street

This is your body, your city, your own damn summer beat

Yeah, I love you.

Maybe you did it at eighteen, a act of pure release

Maybe you did it last weekend, finding your own peace

A tiny hole of courage, a jewel against your skin

Saying,"This is who I am, and I'm letting the world in."

And the whispers and the stares, they're just a muffled sound

When you're standing on the solid, liberated ground

Of knowing what you're worth and what you're fighting for

A little bit of metal that says,"I wanted more."

So here's to the girls with their ta-tas pierced

Who feel it's necessary, and make it crystal clear

In a white tank top, no bra, walking down the street

This is your body, your city, your own damn summer beat

Yeah, I love you.

It's not for them, it's not a trend, it's not a desperate call

It's a quiet piece of armor, or maybe nothing at all

Just a personal preference, a feeling of being free

And it looks a lot like confidence to me.

Yeah, I love you.

In your white tank top.

I see you.

And I love you.