

Stamping down the heels on the hardwood floor with pride,
No more hiding shadows where the heavy rules reside.
Swishing silk and satin while the acoustic strings take flight,
Bathing every pulse in an electric pink twilight!
Anointing skin with jasmine and the rhythm of the drum,
Knowing that the golden age of sisterhood has come!
Not a single doubt left lingering in the air,
Swear is magic but the frequency is there!
{flamenco nylon arpeggios with crisp palmas} They want a quiet whisper,
a narrow, gray decree,
We unlocked the voltage and we set the future free!
Feel the endocrine rhythm shifting the temperature high,
Painting the velvet ceiling across an electric pink sky!
{swelling velvet pads into distorted strumming} Live every second like the universe
is yours alone!
Carve out your path and build your own radiant throne.
C'est magnifique as the ultra-sensory colors unfold,
Spilling the liquid shimmer over sparkling threads of gold!
From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,
This is the hyper-alive rhythm of a life called Tiguidou!
Yeah, we feel every second,
we keep it hyper and real,
With a radiating pulse and a satin-soft sovereign seal!
{stadium hyper-pop explosion with furious flamenco} Never apologize for taking up space,
Moving through the cosmos with absolute,
effortless grace. (Un, deux,
trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!) Looking right into the
future with stardust inside of our eyes!
(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling bright!) We are
the architects bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!
{Spanish nylon guitar solo with hyper-acuity}
Absolute feminist sovereignty.
Absolute genre-bending magic.
Captain Tara Quinn and the hyper-tuned crew.
{flamenco-guitar-strum meets glitter-synth fade} [Tiguidou seal
lock]