Higher, higher
Higher, ooh

She's coming through your portal
From a very steep climb
She's gonna make it, she's got diamonds
Diamonds in her pocket
And an army of light, don't fuck with her
She knows where you're hiding

(Hips to the left, hips to the left
(Hips to the right, let's go)

(Hips to the left, hips to the left
(Hips to the right)

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh

Ooh, she's a little messiah
Jewel in the crown, walking on water
Cruising through fire, it's shady weather
There's fear in the house
Gotta come up on the pressure
Gotta, gotta get up to get out

Oh, oh-oh-oh (gotta, gotta get up to get out)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (gotta, gotta get up to get out)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (gotta, gotta get up to get out)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh (hips to the right)
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (hips to the left)
Oh, oh-oh (gotta get out of here)

I am feelin' free
Do not get to decide
If I want the world, if I want to lose control
If I can please myself, if I can roll solo
And when I play her
The softness starts to show, oh my my

I won't forget, I won't forget
I won't forget, I won't forget
I will remember, will remember, will remember

I won't forget, I won't forget
I won't forgive, I won't forget
I will remember, will remember, will remember

I won't forget, I won't forget
I won't forget, I won't forget
I will remember, will remember, will remember this

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Emily Kokal, Jennifer Lindberg, Stella Mozgawa, Theresa Becker-Wayman