[intro] she learns the room before she speaks, counts the eyes, feels the heat. every glance a currency, every pause an opportunity. [verse 1] she smiles like it’s second nature, but it’s practiced, every move. knows exactly when to lean in, knows exactly who to use. she laughs half a beat too late, just enough to pull you close. wears a version of herself, so she’s never standing alone. [chorus] don’t forget to feed her ego, she’s never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. [verse 2] she calls it confidence, you call it charm. every praise delays the fall, every pause hits like a signal. she doesn’t want what you have, she wants what you see. wants the room to agree, on who she’s supposed to be. [chorus] don’t forget to feed her ego, she’s never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. never full, never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. [verse 3] now the praise is getting thinner, like the air is wearing out. every smile starts to crack, every breath waits to react. she scans faces like a screen, waiting for the right response. when no one’s watching closely, she forgets how to move on. [chorus] don’t forget to feed her ego, she’s never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. she’s never full, she’s beautiful. she’s never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. [solo instrumental] [bridge] what happens when the room goes still, when no one’s left to tell her who she is. if desire dries up all at once, does she disappear, or just resist. she thought applause was something real, something you could stand inside. but it fades the moment it stops, and leaves nowhere left to hide. [drop] never full. never full. never full. [chorus] don’t forget to feed her ego, she’s never full. let her feast, she’s beautiful. say it loud, say it true. let her feast, she’s beautiful. [outro] never full...
