[LIVE CONCERT RECORDING, crowd noise waxes and wanes throughout] Verse 1 [cold glass synth, whisper-close] You told your friends you quit me, then learned my schedule by heart. You swear you’re sleeping better, But still wear me after dark. [sub-bass heartbeat, sleek] New girl, cute face, good manners, all the peace you said you need. Still you scroll through my stories, like a pulse you have to read. Pre-Chorus [amused, venom-sweet] I know what I do to men like you, with your rehearsed little virtues. You want my perfume on your collar, then the lie that I seduced you. Chorus [glossy dance-pop drop] I’m sugar sickness, aren’t I? Sweet enough to rot your teeth. You say you don’t want trouble, but you keep a place for me. I’m a pretty little problem in the shape of what you crave. You call me poison, call me reckless, then come crawling for a taste. [stacked vocals, teasing] Oh, you moved on beautifully, that’s what you tell everyone. Your mouth still looks for me when you take her home. Verse 2 [beat pulls back, late-night pulse] You want me late and laughing, dress strap slipping, mouth all fun. Say you’re cured in public, then dream of me undone. [darker synth, playful danger] And I laugh because it’s easy, all these men in tailored halos. One mischievous smile and they want me, one touch and the good boy goes. Bridge [icy piano, mirror reverb] I don’t cast spells over men’s desire, I only tilt the mirror close. They meet the need they won’t expose, then blame the woman holding fire. [small pause, voice closer] You’re no different, sweetie, just better at looking clean. Still hungry when you see me, still too proud to say what you mean. Final Chorus [full production, darker shine] I’m sugar sickness, aren’t I? Sweet enough to rot your teeth. You say you don’t want trouble, but you kept a place for me. I’m a pretty little problem in the shape of what you crave. You call me poison, call me reckless, then come begging for a taste. [vocals wide, almost smiling] Oh, you moved on beautifully, say it for your friends again. I’m still the sugar in your mouth when you’re kissing somebody else. Outro [beat fades, intimate victory] Don’t say you’re over it, darling, don’t sell me that old line. You still taste my candy on your tongue every time you swear you’re fine. [last word echoes]
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