*New York, 1965. A heckler made a bet. He judged a belly-dancer by the sway of her hips. She took the test. Cleared the board. Walked away with a Mensa card and a mink coat. Kiss kiss ... to your prejudice.* You see the glitter, you see the sway You think you mapped me out all the way Giving me side-eye, making a bet Honey, you haven’t seen nothing yet Yeah, you love a label, neat little box But I’m the type to go pick all the locks Glance at the cover, you think that it's red Plot twist incoming, right to your head Surprise, surprise, look under the hood It’s a whole different world, and it's giving real good So kiss kiss to your prejudice! Bye bye to your checklist! You see a dancer, I see a queen There’s a million things running behind the scene Age is a number, status is cheap My mind is an ocean, and baby, it's deep Mwah! Kiss kiss to your prejudice! Suit and a tie? Could be a clown. Thrifted and chaotic? Running the town. Loving who they love, living so loud Baffling the expectations of the crowd You do a vibe check based on a glance But there's more than just hips driving my dance Glance at the cover, you think that it's red Plot twist incoming, right to your head Surprise, surprise, look under the hood It’s a whole different world, and it's giving real good So kiss kiss to your prejudice! Bye bye to your checklist! You see a dancer, I see a queen There’s a million things running behind the scene Age is a number, status is cheap My mind is an ocean, and baby, it's deep Mwah! Kiss kiss to your prejudice! Don’t assume -- that’s a trap, that’s a bore There is always, always, *always* more Flip the page, shift the lens, change the view 'Cause the surface never tells the truth about you .... Or me. Yeah, especially me! So kiss kiss to your prejudice! Bye bye to your checklist! You see a dancer, I see a queen There’s a million things running behind the scene Age is a number, status is cheap My mind is an ocean, and baby, it's deep Mwah! Kiss kiss to your prejudice! Catch you on the flip side.
