Rocky landscape. Woman on the moon. Blanca trilogy. I whip my hair back and forth. Hop up out the bed, turn my swag on.

The Tiagageddon is upon us. If Pocahontas had a jeanswear line. Dance the Hularula. I want to ride my Skinnycle.

Parkas and varsity jackets. One piece long sleeve dresses. We are stardust, we are golden. We got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Boys will be girls. The birds and bees they hum along. Like treasures they twinkle in the sun. You free your mind in your androgyny.

California cool. Night on the town. Nothing comes close to the Golden Coast. We’re undeniable. Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock.

Paisley, floral and tartan check print patterns. Hot moto pants and denim. Oh you look so sweet. Look at your physique. Girl you are a beauty, well I am a beast.