Hot Pink Lipstick

After forty years of slumber, a crest upon my chest crept up on me I stared it down in the mirror. Tried to wipe it away. But it stayed I had to decide if I would hide or if I'd show to the world my new-found superpower Sometimes I sleep on my back to keep the lines from growing any deeper I wish my vanity wouldn't follow me to bed I am already a troubled sleeper But I won't make it through the night I will end up curled up tight My decolletage will get made over I'll show the world my superpower With hot pink lipstick on my fingertip I will trace the lines from shoulder to shoulder From sternum to collarbone I am woman, hear me roar With hot pink lipstick on my fingertip I will trace the lines from shoulder to shoulder From sternum to collarbone I am woman, hear me roar