Roaring Yesterday

I don't know.
Maybe if I could find the floor, I would know
Booze fills my stomach and jazz breathes in my ear
If I could find a mirror
I would see that short hair and those unsteady blue eyes
Cleaning up the mess from yesterday day in and day out
They call us that name and group us all together
But they don't know that this isn't a title
This is a lifestyle
We are independent
Maybe a little promiscuous
But go ahead
And call me a Flapper