Saints, Sequins and Sinner's

[Intro] Lights flash, heels hit, Glitter dripping on the pavement. Whole crowd screaming our names— Baby this is what liberation looks like. [Verse 1] Too loud, too proud, Too much for your little town. Now we strut through neon lights Like we own the whole damn night. Lipstick stains and leather gloves, Church boys clutching pearls at us. They said hide it, we said why? Honey watch us multiply. [Pre-Chorus] Hands up, heads high, No more fear behind our eyes. Turn the shame into a spark— Now we’re setting off the dark. [Chorus] Saints, sequins, sinners in the spotlight, Glitter falling underneath the strobe lights. They called us too much— Now we own the sound. Baby pass the crown, Let the runway burn down. Hair high, heels sharp, Dancing like we broke the stars. No more hiding who we are— Honey we were born bizarre. [Verse 2] Ballroom hearts and battle scars, Built a kingdom out of scars. Every outcast, every queen, Every soul they’ve never seen. Mirror cracked but still we slay, Turn rejection into stage. If loving loud’s a sin tonight— Then baby we look good in that light. [Pre-Chorus] Hands up, heads high, Whole damn city glowing bright. What they feared became our flame— Now they screaming out our names. [Chorus] Saints, sequins, sinners in the spotlight, Glitter falling underneath the strobe lights. They called us too much— Now we own the sound. Baby pass the crown, Let the runway burn down. Hair high, heels sharp, Dancing like we broke the stars. No more hiding who we are— Honey we were born bizarre. [Bridge] Pose. Strike. Serve. Slay. Whole room shaking when we walk this way. No more shame inside our skin— Turn the spotlight up again. Saints in velvet. Sinners in gold. Every story they rejected Now becoming legend bold. [Final Chorus] Saints, sequins, sinners in the spotlight, Whole damn world watching us ignite. They tried to bury us— Now we run this town. Baby pass the crown, Hear the whole crowd screaming loud. Hands high, hearts wild, Still becoming something bright. No more shrinking for the dark— Honey we became the light. [Outro] Glitter on our battle scars. Neon saints beneath the stars. And if loving loud’s a crime— Baby lock us up tonight.