Spider Showgirl

pop, Dark bubblegum pop with female vocals; plasticky synth bass and snappy drums under a glossy, detuned lead, Verses stay intimate and taunting over minimal keys; chorus blooms with stacked gang shouts, distorted backing vocals, and a sticky top-line, Gritty saturation on the mix, glitchy FX on transitions, and a bratty, theatrical delivery that leans emo but still feels like a twisted party, bubblegum pop, female vocals, emo

V4.5-ALL

[Verse 1] Six-inch heels on a crime scene floor Lipstick sharp as a switchblade smile Cotton-candy curse in a cracked backstage I sell my soul by the hour In style Velvet ropes on a roach motel Glitter on the gun in my purse I blow a kiss Watch halos fall Every pose just makes it worse [Chorus] I’m a spider showgirl Swinging from your vice Sugar-coated venom in a sequin slice Blush-pink bruises Heart in cuffs Clap for the freak you can’t get enough Spider showgirl Dance until it hurts Holy water stains on designer dirt Laugh ‘til it breaks I call your bluff Clap for the freak you can’t get enough [Verse 2] Bathroom stall with a crown of smoke Mascara drip like a black parade Choir in my head singing dirty jokes Every “I love you” feels handmade Fake Flashbulb faith in a cheap motel Name in lights on a buzzing sign You pay in shame for a front-row seat To watch me choke on every line [Chorus] I’m a spider showgirl Swinging from your vice Sugar-coated venom in a sequin slice Blush-pink bruises Heart in cuffs Clap for the freak you can’t get enough Spider showgirl Dance until it hurts Holy water stains on designer dirt Laugh ‘til it breaks I call your bluff Clap for the freak you can’t get enough [Bridge] Hands up For the sinner in pearls (hey) Curtain call For the underworld girl Spin me ‘round On your delicate thread Tell me I’m pretty While I tear it to shreds [Chorus] I’m a spider showgirl Swinging from your vice Sugar-coated venom in a sequin slice Blush-pink bruises Heart in cuffs Clap for the freak you can’t get enough Spider showgirl Dance until it hurts Holy water stains on designer dirt Laugh ‘til it breaks I call your bluff Clap for the freak you can’t get enough

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