All my Panties are Period Panties

[Verse 1] I reach in my drawer, it's a scary scene, Not a single pair of undies that's still pristine. There’s the one with the rip, the one with the stain, And the one that’s been through a hurricane. [Pre-Chorus] They’re faded, stretched, and just a little torn, Some look like they’ve been through a bloody storm. No sexy lace, no wild allure, But when Aunt Flo comes, they’re the cure. [Chorus] All my panties are period panties, Functional queens, but far from fancy. They’re not sexy, they’re built for the grind, Holding me up when I’m losing my mind. All my panties are period panties, Stains so bold, they’re practically artsy. A crime against Victoria’s designs, But hey, they’re mine, and they do just fine. [Verse 2] Toss the shame, girl, wear them proud, They’ve seen it all, they’ve been around. From Netflix nights to workday blues, They’ve got my back, no need to choose. [Chorus] All my panties are period panties, Functional queens, but far from fancy. They’re not sexy, they’re built for the grind, Holding me up when I’m losing my mind. All my panties are period panties, Stains so bold, they’re practically artsy. A crime against Victoria’s designs, But hey, they’re mine, and they do just fine. [Bridge] Who needs matching bras and lacey flair, When your flow is Niagara, and you just don’t care? Comfort first, and that’s my creed, No dainty silk—just what I need. [Chorus] All my panties are period panties, Functional queens, but far from fancy. They’re not sexy, they’re built for the grind, Holding me up when I’m losing my mind. All my panties are period panties, Stains so bold, they’re practically artsy. A crime against Victoria’s designs, But hey, they’re mine, and they do just fine.