Bottom Line (Festival Version)

They look at me and think they know my side, Just a pretty face they wanna ride. Got my vibe wrong — your eyes decide, You paint your role, but I won’t comply. You play your games, I break your frame — You’ll never own my name. You want me on my knees — I rise. You crave control — I’m real life. I’m not your bottom line, Don’t cage my fire — I’m mine. (Bottom Line) (Bottom Line) You make the rules I never signed, Your pleasure’s plan, not mine. You take my body for a script, But I re-write what you depict. You play your games, I break your frame — You’ll never own my name. You want me on my knees — I rise. You crave control — I’m real life. I’m not your bottom line, Don’t cage my fire — I’m mine. (Bottom Line) (Bottom Line) You made your rules on stereotypes, I burn them down, I light the sky. Don’t label me with your desire, I’m not beneath — I am the fire. You keep me under — but I rise above. You think it’s sex — I call it love. You’ll never draw my line, I’m not your bottom — I’m divine. (Bottom Line) (Bottom Line) (Bottom Line) (Bottom Line)