Braces the Fox - Not The Fox You Think I F*cking Am (remastered)

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Braces the Fox

BracesAnon

pop-punk, skater-punk, female vocals, d-beat, upbeat

[Intro]

[Quick drum fill, guitars hit fast power chords]

Foxes run fast, yeah, we’re hard to catch,
But it’s not a game, it’s just an itch I’ve gotta scratch.
You think I’m living up to your cliché,
But I’m fighting just to make it through the day.

[Verse 1]

You think I’m scheming every step I take,
But my plans are simple, for my own damn sake.
Not every smile hides a master plot,
And not every word’s some lie I’ve got.

You call me sly, like it’s all I am,
Some trickster running with a foolproof scam.
But I’m more than the mask you’ve made for me,
There’s more to this life than what you see.

[Chorus]

I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game,
I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame.
Not every move is a backflip display,
Not every glance is “come my way.”
So don’t box me in with your tired plans—
I’m not the fox you think I am.

[Verse 2]

[chugging guitars, building intensity]

You think I’m chasing hearts, a walking flirt,
That I'm the main course and even "dessert"!
I’m not your vixen, not your pawn, (nuh-huh)
And I don’t exist to turn you on! (ew, gross!)

I can land a trick, yeah, I’m quick on my feet,
But I’m not a gymnast, not tryna compete.
You’re watching shadows, not seeing me, (no way))
Just another fox in your fantasy. ( get real)

[Chorus]

I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game,
I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame.
Not every move is a backflip display,
Not every glance is “come my way.”
I’m just a girl, not some grand charade—
I’m more than a cliché you’ve replayed.

[Bridge]

[Melodic breakdown; clean guitar with light drums]

Red fur doesn’t mean I’ll burn you down,
I’m not some femme fatale from a backwoods town.
I’m clumsy, awkward, and yeah, I fall,
Not your smooth talker or life-of-the-ball.

[guitar solo]

[Drums build, distortion kicks back in]

And yeah, I’m quick, but I’m a person too,
I’ve got dreams, I’ve got scars, all of that, just like you.
So take your clichés and throw them away,
You’ll see who I am if you look my way.

[Final Chorus]

[Add a final shout, gang vocals behind it]

I’m more than the fur, the flame, the name,
I’m not your target, I’m not your game.
So don’t box me in with your tired plans—
I’m not the fox you think I fucking am.

[Outro]

[Guitars fade out, spoken word]

You look at me and think you know,
But there’s more to me than I’ll ever show.
Call me clever and call me sly,
But I’m more than a look, I’m more than your stupid lies.
(stupid lies)
(stupid lies)
(stupid lies)

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[Intro] [Quick drum fill, guitars hit fast power chords] Foxes run fast, yeah, we’re hard to catch, But it’s not a game, it’s just an itch I’ve gotta scratch. You think I’m living up to your cliché, But I’m fighting just to make it through the day. [Verse 1] You think I’m scheming every step I take, But my plans are simple, for my own damn sake. Not every smile hides a master plot, And not every word’s some lie I’ve got. You call me sly, like it’s all I am, Some trickster running with a foolproof scam. But I’m more than the mask you’ve made for me, There’s more to this life than what you see. [Chorus] I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game, I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame. Not every move is a backflip display, Not every glance is “come my way.” So don’t box me in with your tired plans— I’m not the fox you think I am. [Verse 2] [chugging guitars, building intensity] You think I’m chasing hearts, a walking flirt, That I'm the main course and even "dessert"! I’m not your vixen, not your pawn, (nuh-huh) And I don’t exist to turn you on! (ew, gross!) I can land a trick, yeah, I’m quick on my feet, But I’m not a gymnast, not tryna compete. You’re watching shadows, not seeing me, (no way)) Just another fox in your fantasy. ( get real) [Chorus] I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game, I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame. Not every move is a backflip display, Not every glance is “come my way.” I’m just a girl, not some grand charade— I’m more than a cliché you’ve replayed. [Bridge] [Melodic breakdown; clean guitar with light drums] Red fur doesn’t mean I’ll burn you down, I’m not some femme fatale from a backwoods town. I’m clumsy, awkward, and yeah, I fall, Not your smooth talker or life-of-the-ball. [guitar solo] [Drums build, distortion kicks back in] And yeah, I’m quick, but I’m a person too, I’ve got dreams, I’ve got scars, all of that, just like you. So take your clichés and throw them away, You’ll see who I am if you look my way. [Final Chorus] I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game, I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame. Not every move is a backflip display, Not every glance is “come my way.” So don’t box me in with your tired plans— I’m not the fox you think I freaking am!. [Add a final shout, gang vocals behind it] I’m more than the fur, the flame, the name, I’m not your target, I’m not your game. So don’t box me in with your tired plans— I’m not the fox you think I fucking am. [Outro] [Guitars fade out, spoken word] You look at me and think you know, But there’s more to me than I’ll ever show. Call me clever and call me sly, But I’m more than a look, I’m more than your stupid lies. (stupid lies) (stupid lies) (stupid lies)

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