1954 - Michaela May

Don’t mean to preach, but I got a lot to say

Can’t live my life stuck in an old cliché

Gotta let it go

Time to break the mould, gotta do it my own way

I see you judging me

Everytime I walk outside the door

Tight skirt and a little cleave

But this ain’t 1954

I wanna wear high heels for the rest of my life

Dance all night in the pale moonlight

Drink champagne 'till I’m bubbled up

I’m living my life and I’m good enough (but this ain’t 1954)

Jump on a plane, go wherever I like

Wear my clothes just a little too tight

Drink champagne 'till I’m bubbled up

I’m living my life and I’m good enough (but this ain’t 1954)

Marching to the beat of my own drum

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum

But this ain’t 1954

Not black or white, just 50 Shades Of Grey

Always off a beat, but I know just how to play

Yeah, you know it

I see you judging me

Everytime I walk outside the door

Tight skirt and a little cleave

But this ain’t 1954

I wanna wear high heels for the rest of my life

Dance all night in the pale moonlight

Drink champagne 'till I’m bubbled up

I’m living my life and I’m good enough (but this ain’t 1954)

Jump on a plane, go wherever I like

Wear my clothes just a little too tight

Drink champagne 'till I’m bubbled up

I’m living my life and I’m good enough (but this ain’t 1954)

Marching to the beat of my own drum

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum (1954)

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum

Wear high heels

Dance all night

Drink champagne

I’m living my life (but this ain’t 1954)

Jump on a plane

Wear my clothes

Drink champagne

I’m living my life (but this ain’t 1954)

I wanna wear high heels for the rest of my life

Dance all night in the pale moonlight

Drink champagne 'till I’m bubbled up

I’m living my life and I’m good enough (but this ain’t 1954)

Jump on a plane, go wherever I like

Wear my clothes just a little too tight

Drink champagne 'till I’m bubbled up

I’m living my life and I’m good enough (but this ain’t 1954)

Marching to the beat of my own drum

Dum deeree rum, deeree rum dum dum dum