[Intro – snappy hi‑hat count‑off, gritty palm‑mute riff - All Clearly Spoken Female Vocals] It’s not true— We’re not the cardboard cut‑out girls you drew. You frame us like a punch‑line, We break that frame in half‑time. [Verse 1] Call us plastic, call us sweet, Say our pink means we’re obsolete. You fling clichés like glitter dust— But every label flakes to rust. You see blond dye, you cry brain‑rot, Barbie clones in a hall‑way plot. You miss the nerves behind the grin— The steel that’s hidden in our skin. [Pre‑Chorus] You never asked the why, Never met the fire in our eyes. You think the surface is the soul— But gloss can coat a metronome of gold. [Chorus – big Cheerleader punch] It’s not true, we’re not what you think— But on Wednesdays we still wear pink. Because power comes in neon hues, And confidence in strappy shoes. We run the grades, we run the night, Sweet as sugar / ready to fight. So keep your rumors, keep your ink— We’ll keep our crowns… and Wednesday pink. [Verse 2] Coffee at dawn, acing the test, Spreadsheets done before we rest. We coach, we code, we call the plays, Still paint the town in satin haze. You call it shallow—we call it style. We walk the extra royal mile. We’re mentorship in candy wraps, We’re spreadsheets laced with thunder claps. [Pre‑Chorus 2] You think we’re all perfume and pose, But watch the way a sister grows— From loophole law to biotech, We write the checks with glittered specs. [Chorus – repeat, even bigger] It’s not true, we’re not what you think— But on Wednesdays we still wear pink. Polished nails and razor wit, Try to box us—watch us split. We lift each other, hold the line, Brand‑new legends by design. So keep your gossip at the brink— We’ll keep our crowns… and Wednesday pink. [Bridge – half‑time, vocal gang‑chant] Brains and backbone, sugar and steel, Glowing neon, totally real. We pay our dues, we own our fate— If you can’t match, you spectate. [Final Chorus – double‑time kick, full‑band shout] It’s not true, we’re more than you think— Watch queens rise in Wednesday pink. Responsible, tough, smart, and sharp— Caring hearts with a sonic spark. We coach the dream, defend the weak, Ace the class, then rule the week. So talk your talk—make sure it’s inked… We’ll sign our names… in Wednesday pink. [Outro – guitar slide, drum stop, single vocal echo] Pink isn’t weakness— It’s warpaint that sparkles.
