[Verse] In a smoky jazz club, where the rhythm never ends, There's a group of flapper girls, ready to make amends. With their fringes and pearls, they dance with spirit and grace, Fighting for freedom, in every dance step they embrace. [Verse 2] They're not just pretty faces, they've got a lot to say, Their voices like thunder, won't just fade away. With their beaded headbands and their roaring twenties style, They're breaking boundaries, making the world smile. [Bridge] In the dimly lit bar, they let their voices soar, As the gruff Japanese tomboy shouts for more. The drums are wild and fierce, the bass in perfect sync, The horns wailing with passion, they push the boundary's brink.
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