Punk Fairy (Acoustic Cover)

[Verse 1] I wake up glittering, messy and loud, Wings tangled in bedsheets — ain’t I proud? Mascara warpaint, boots mismatched, Confidence stitched, but vibe unmatched. They say, “You’re extra,” I say, “Correct!” Dressed like a thrift-store fever dream wreck. I’m what happens when chaos gets cute, A sugar rush with no off-route. [Pre-Chorus] So if I’m too much, then babe — don’t look. I’m a fairytale that never fit the book. [Chorus] I’m a punk fairy, attitude divine, With a crooked halo and eyeliner line. Laughing too loud, sparkles in my scream, Turning side-eyes into self-esteem. I twirl through storms with combat grace, Lipgloss vengeance, glitter in your face! So bow or scoff — I’ll still feel airy, Deal with it, darling — I’m your punk fairy. [Verse 2] My wings are patched with duct tape and fire, My soul? Bubblegum laced with barbed wire. I trip on power, not on heels, And spill confetti with every feel. You see a mess — I see design, A masterpiece with a crooked spine. Your judgment rolls, but babe, I skate With stickers on my heart that say “Run Late.” [Pre-Chorus] I’m not your fix, I’m not your phase — I’m the mood that doesn’t fade. [Chorus] I’m a punk fairy, attitude divine, With a crooked halo and eyeliner line. Laughing too loud, sparkles in my scream, Turning side-eyes into self-esteem. I twirl through storms with combat grace, Lipgloss vengeance, glitter in your face! So bow or scoff — I’ll still feel airy, Deal with it, darling — I’m your punk fairy. [Bridge – Final Version] I spin like a spell in a thrift-store dress, Droppin’ sparkles where I should’ve made a mess. People stare like I broke routine — Guess fairy girls don’t fit the machine. [Final Chorus – More Defiant] I’m a punk fairy, raw and free, Clumsily rocking your fantasy. A misfit muse with rhinestone scars, Kissing the sky from busted cars. Don’t need to be tamed, don’t need to be wary — Just sprinkle some rage — I’m your punk fairy. [Outro – Spoken Whisper] Damn, I look good when I don’t even try. Now watch me float past — eyeliner sharp… wings high.