Butiran Muzik

sail on girdle 3v-Fi
1970s late-night soft rock, Lionel Richie Sail On style, gentle acoustic guitar, slow emotional build, country soul crossover, warm heartfelt tone, cinematic outro, melancholic but hopeful
Cipta Serupa
Verse 1
We’ve been together since my first baby came
In ‘87, honey, nothing’s been the same
I carried you through thirty years of scrubs
Through XXXL and tucks and all the rubs
Two minutes just to shimmy you in place
Safety pins and prayers just to keep up the pace
Verse 2
I had more skin in the front than curves in the back
Honey, that ain’t exactly how I planned the track
The hanging loose skin followed every pound I shed
A constant reminder of the life I’d lived, she said
Every mirror, every swimsuit, every summer I’d hide
Tucking and layering, swallowing my pride
Chorus
Sail on, down the drawer where you belong
Sail on, I’ve been squeezed way too long
One hundred and eighty pounds I gave to get here
Sixty years of living finally crystal clear
Sail on, girdle, sail on
Bridge (slower, emotional)
I fought for decades just to find myself again
Through the mirror’s cruel lies and the “what could have been”
I tried everything they told me — gave it all I had
Lost a hundred and eighty pounds through the good and the bad
But the skin stayed behind, fifteen pounds or maybe more
A reminder of the woman I was before
Then Dr. Balder said, “I’ve got you — we can set you free”
And honey, that’s the moment I believed in me
I can do anything — I know that now for sure
Sixty-one years young and I am finally more
Verse 3
Now the Spanx are in the trash and the girdle’s getting tossed
I know what I want and I know what it cost
Dr. Balder will do the work and the incisions will tell the tales Flat stomach, straight spine — baby, I set sail
Final Chorus
Sail on, you served me well, I’ll give you that
Sail on, but Dr. Balder’s where it’s at
I earned this body, baby, fought for every year
Sixty, fine, and fabulous — after healing, my best days are near.
Sail on, girdle, sail on
Outro (spoken, soft)
Thirty-eight years. One hundred and eighty pounds. Fifteen pounds of skin.
One surgeon. Done.
Sail on, baby. Sail on.