[Intro — dirty guitar riff, bass bounce, drums kick in]
No chaperone.
No permission.
Bad decision.
[Verse 1 — smooth, playful female vocal]
Left the house without approval
Didn’t ask what I should wear
Bought myself another bad idea
And took it everywhere
Didn’t text you for permission
Didn’t need a second vote
Funny how I keep surviving
Every time I’m on my own
I stayed out late, spent my money
Changed my mind and changed it back
Made a plan at two in the morning
Just to see where it would land
[Pre-Chorus — building, teasing]
Lock the doors, somebody warn ‘em
She’s got keys and it’s only morning
No one telling her what she can’t do
Oh shit—
You let her loose
[Chorus — huge, punchy, gang vocals]
Unsupervised woman
Nobody’s watching me
Unsupervised woman
That’s a public safety emergency
Got my own cash
Got my own keys
Got no one saying where I should be
Unsupervised woman
What could possibly go wrong?
[Verse 2 — quicker rhythm, playful attitude]
Cut my hair without consulting
Bought the boots you said were loud
Said exactly what I meant to
Didn’t water myself down
Took myself out for a good time
Didn’t wait to be invited
Apparently a woman having fun
Needs somebody to supervise it
No curfew, no explanation
No designated male supervision
If independence needs a warning label
Baby, stick it on the table
[Pre-Chorus — bigger]
Lock the doors, somebody warn ‘em
She’s got plans and she didn’t inform ‘em
No one telling her what she can’t do
Too late—
You let her loose
[Chorus — huge]
Unsupervised woman
Nobody’s watching me
Unsupervised woman
That’s a public safety emergency
Got my own cash
Got my own keys
Got no one saying where I should be
Unsupervised woman
What could possibly go wrong?
[Bridge — instruments drop, bored spoken vocal]
Oh no.
She has opinions.
And disposable income.
And access to the internet.
Who’s responsible for this?
[Beat slams back in]
Nobody.
That’s the fucking point.
[Final Chorus — explosive, gang vocals]
Unsupervised woman
Nobody’s watching me
Unsupervised woman
Call it a public safety emergency
Got my own cash
Got my own keys
Got a whole damn life that belongs to me
Unsupervised woman
What could possibly go wrong?
[Outro — guitars cut, spoken]
Probably everything.
See you tomorrow.