After forty years of slumber, a crest upon my chest crept up on me
I stared it down in the mirror. Tried to wipe it away. But it stayed
I had to decide if I would hide or if I'd show to the world my new-found superpower
Sometimes I sleep on my back to keep the lines from growing any deeper
I wish my vanity wouldn't follow me to bed
I am already a troubled sleeper
But I won't make it through the night
I will end up curled up tight
My decolletage will get made over
I'll show the world my superpower
With hot pink lipstick on my fingertip
I will trace the lines from shoulder to shoulder
From sternum to collarbone
I am woman, hear me roar
With hot pink lipstick on my fingertip
I will trace the lines from shoulder to shoulder
From sternum to collarbone
I am woman, hear me roar