Girls On The Table

[Intro]
Lip gloss sticky
Eyes already hazy
Group chat buzzing
We’re showing up crazy (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Stamp on my wrist
Glitter on my shoulder
We don’t need a guest list
We just walk in bolder
He buys us a round
We toast
Say thank you
Then dance right past him
Like
Boy
Who sent you?
[Chorus]
Girls on the table
Shots in the air
We do what we want
Don’t care
Don’t care
High heels marching
We own this floor
Turn it up louder
We’re screaming for more
(I don’t need your hand, I can pour my own)
I don’t need your rules
I came for my throne
Girls on the table
Wild and alive
This is my body
My night
My vibe
[Verse 2]
Best friend kissing
Her new little heartbreak
She says “I’m over it”
Then orders a daybreak
We mix our trouble
With lime and some laughter
Bad pics
Bad decisions
Good stories for after (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Girls on the table
Shots in the air
We do what we want
Don’t care
Don’t care
High heels marching
We own this floor
Turn it up louder
We’re screaming for more
(I don’t need your hand, I can pour my own)
I don’t need your rules
I came for my throne
Girls on the table
Wild and alive
This is my body
My night
My vibe
[Bridge]
Don’t call it reckless
Call it free
If I lose control
That’s still on me
Saint or sinner
I decide
Raise that glass for our dark side (hey!)
[Chorus]
Girls on the table
Shots in the air
We do what we want
Don’t care
Don’t care
High heels marching
We own this floor
Turn it up louder
We’re screaming for more
(I don’t need your hand, I can pour my own)
I don’t need your rules
I came for my throne
Girls on the table
Wild and alive
This is our anthem
Our night
Our vibe

dance, Glossy house banger with bright piano stabs, shuffling hi-hats, and a thick side‑chained bass. Female vocals up front, sassy and half‑sung, half‑chanted. Gang vocals and crowd shouts lift the hook; drops hit with filtered builds and siren risers, then slam into a wide, glittery chorus. Bridge strips to kick and claps before a final euphoric payoff.