Texty: Olivia Ruiz. Miss Météores. Don't Call Me Madam.

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Lately I've seen some changes around me
Winds have shifted quite suddenly
Still I try to stay calm
I inhale deeply and force a smile
'Cause boys lately have called me Madam
Boys lately have called me Madam

Not a color changed in my wardrobe
Since your affair with Woody Strode
I still can spread my teenage style
I've been known to wave a certain charm
Boys lately have called me Madam {x2}

Well I don't claim for eternal youth
But study quickly the turn of that mouth
It's fast and sugared as a clementine
And somehow addictive as lemon-lime
How dare you call me Madam ? {x2}

Well tell me now, would you feel better
To see a gold ring around my finger ?
Would it make you dress up on your hind ?
Legs, would it drive you out of you mind
Then ? Maybe you could call me Madam
Maybe you could call me Madam

Please stranger dear, agree and nod
And come and greet that Spanish blood
Forget the steps and dance awhile
You won't feel danger into my arms
I'll make you forget you called me Madam {x2}

Call me ! Don't call me Madam {x4}