Lyrics 1954 - Michaela May

1954

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