Verse 1 I’m Poison Ivy, darling, watch me bloom, With crimson lips and a dangerous perfume. Before I take a step, I let the earth embrace, I plant my feet with power, then I own my space. These heels may rise, but my roots run deep, I move with intention; I never rush the beat. For power starts below, where confidence grows, And every step I take makes the whole world know. Verse 2 Now plant those feet, let the ground be your guide, Feel the strength of the earth rising up from inside. Don’t wobble, don’t hurry, don’t rush to impress, Let your body find balance before you undress— Your doubts, your fears, all the tension you hide, Let them fall like dead leaves as you step into pride. In your stripper stilettos, stand tall and serene, A grounded temptress, the fiercest queen of green. Verse 3 Heel to the floor with a deliberate touch, Don’t stomp like you’re chasing; don’t force it too much. Find balance and placement before you advance, Let your weight shift with control as you enter the dance. Feel the ball of your foot, let your ankles align, Keep your steps slow and steady, your movement divine. For a strut built on balance has nothing to prove, When your feet feel secure, let your hips start to move. Verse 4 I sway like a vine when the warm breezes blow, But my roots hold me steady wherever I go. Let the floor be your anchor, let your breath settle down, Feel your body grow powerful without making a sound. You don’t need to be perfect to captivate eyes, You just need to feel present, embodied, alive. Let the earth hold your weight; let your shoulders release, When you trust your foundation, your movements find peace. Verse 5 I don’t chase attention; I make it arrive, With a slow, wicked smile and a look full of fire. Every pause is deliberate, each footfall refined, I’m not asking permission; this body is mine. So ground into your power, let your confidence rise, Feel the floor underneath you; let desire ignite. You can’t bloom like a rose if your roots never grow, First connect to your body—then let your strut flow. Verse 6 Rooted like a tree, but I move like a flame, Every step that I take puts respect on my name. From the earth to my heels, feel the power unfold, I’m a dangerous beauty with a heart made of gold. So plant, breathe, balance—let your confidence grow, Feel the ground, trust your body, then put on a show. Before hips start to sway and your silhouette struts, Get grounded, get rooted—now watch me erupt! Poison Ivy’s final whisper: “Darling, a flower that knows its roots never begs to be noticed. It simply blooms.”
