Beauty and the Bush
Unshaved. Unashamed. Glittergrit and body hair at full volume.
🎧 Listen to the Demo
This femme-punk banger celebrates body hair, unapologetic sensuality, and rodeo magic. Bold, bratty, and body-forward.
🎥 Watch the Music Video
Playful, bratty, campy, and queer — Beauty and the Bush is a sweaty glittergrit anthem for the unshaved and unbothered.
It’s body-hairy glory with a boot stomp, a wink, and no apologies.
This one’s for the femmebeasts.
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🎤 Watch the Full Demo Performance
Filmed solo, sparkly, and scruffy in one take — this vertical demo captures the sass and stomp of Beauty and the Bush in full body-hairy glory.
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💬 For the bold-growin’, glitter-sweatin’, baritone-booted babes who never apologized for their body hair.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pretty face with a full bush
Pixie cut a flannel look
Boot beau, hat ho, furry flow
Beauty meets beast in rodeo
[Pre-Chorus]
They try to tame your mane
Your Curly Sue, full bloom
[Chorus]
Keep those daisy dukes low
Beauty and the bush on show
Kitty cat fur, can purr my slur
Beauty and the Bush, hi-ho!
[Verse 2]
Handsome jaw and happy trail
Strong black waves in pony-tail
You know snips don’t go below
Beauty meets beast in rodeo
[Pre-Chorus]
They try to trim your fringe
You won’t cave—you don’t shave
[Chorus]
Keep those daisy dukes low
Beauty and the bush on show
Kitty cat fur, can purr my slur
Beauty and the Bush, hi-ho!
[Bridge]
Call me Bushwhacker Butch, hacking dense brush
Lush locks everywhere, I’m in no rush
When your fur purrs, make her spurs stir
State fair, black bear—body hair down there
Bush, bush — beauty and the bush
Bush, bush — beauty and the bush
Bush, bush — beauty and the bush
Bush. Bush. Bush!
[Chorus]
Keep those daisy dukes low
Beauty and the bush on show
Kitty cat fur, can purr my slur
Beauty and the Bush, hi-ho!
[Tag]
Pretty face with a full bush
—brand my tush
2002. The hair wasn’t visible yet, but the energy was. I felt seen by these girls in a way I didn’t have words for. They loved my boldness, my softness, my sparkle — before I even knew how to love those things in myself. This was early glittergrit: messy, flirty, sacred.
That spring I started to feel it — the heat, the humor, the queer joy in letting my body exist without edits. Tank tops, leg hair, and loving how I looked even before I was supposed to. This song grew out of that: unshaved, unfiltered, and alive.
Behind the song
I rollerbladed shirtless with glitter in my pits and felt hot and holy. This one’s for the femmebeasts, the unshaved, and anyone who’s ever felt the power of letting their body grow free.
Beauty and the Bush was sparked by a meme my friend Adrienne sent me, but it bloomed into a full celebration of body hair — especially the kind femme-presenting folks are told to hide. There’s no shame in shaving, trimming, or doing what makes you feel good… but this track is for those who boldly grow.
I think back to college: burning my bits with Nair in a shared bathroom, trying to dodge my roommates, or nicking myself with dull razors. It was a dangerous business, and for what?
Now? I’m stomping through this song with full sass and fur. It’s got the vibe of a lesbian Brit-punk country band — playful, bratty, campy, and queer. A sweaty anthem that reclaims everything they told us to clean up.