Summertime
Sex Bo-bomb Lyrics

I peeled off my face, I tore up my room
I removed my façade, and expressed myself through creative destruction.

I read my own rights and I filled them with glue
I established my own ideological principles, and solidified them with passion.

I turned the commercial into a creepshow
I infused perverse elements into mainstream media to subvert its purpose.

I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-glo
I scrutinized societal icons with superficial aesthetics, and exposed their emptiness.

It's summertime
The season of liberation.

And it's the time
An opportune moment.

To strut and strum
To showcase oneself with confidence and creativity.

I'm gonna strut, strut, strut
I will not be held back by conventions or norms.

I'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brains
I am reimagining my identity with discomfort and experimentation.

Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave
I am ingesting society's toxic beauty standards, and confronting my own mortality.

I'm wearing myself inside out
I am exposing my vulnerabilities and true self.

And I'm wearing my welcome inside out
I am defying societal expectations and demonstrating my independence.

People getting touchy when I touch my thighs
Society silences and shuns the exploration of one's own body.

And take a vacation under friendly skies
I seek refuge from societal pressures in a welcoming environment.

With my peacock heart, I want to grunt and groan
I desire to express myself passionately and flamboyantly.

Cut and paste all I've ever known
I am reconfiguring my beliefs and values for a new paradigm.

With my peacock hands
With my flamboyant, extravagant actions.

And my tangerine skulls
And my bold, vibrant thoughts.

And my grizzly bear face
And my wild, untamed expressions.

And my voice from Target
And my unconventional, yet relatable discourse.

Going backwards in time
Reflecting on past experiences.

With my questionable eyes
With my critical, doubtful perspective.

And I'm drinking my grave
Confronting my own mortality.

And I stood on my face
Confronting and subverting my own identity.

It's summertime
The season of self-discovery and rebellion.

Gonna strut my stuff
Embracing and showcasing my authentic self.

I'm gonna strut, strut
I will not be held captive by societal pressures or expectations.