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Velvet Password

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[Verse 1] Gold on the doorman’s wrist Eyes check every inch I am Name on the list, in a cursive twist I’m already wet in my hands Marble stairs, my heels confess Clicking out my little sins Everyone’s draped in quiet excess I’m the newest ache walking in (take me in) [Pre-Chorus] Silk mask offered on a silver tray I nod before I even think Every rule they’re reading out loud Feels like another reason to sink [Chorus] Tie me up in your velvet password Tell me what a good girl does I’ve been dreaming of these hidden manners Taught in bruises more than love Mark my knees with your private customs Where the chandelier can’t judge In the house of high society hunger I’m begging to be owned this much (so much) [Verse 2] Champagne sweat on the back of my neck Collars in glass display Auction cards rise, choosing a throat I pray they lift mine to play Curtains part on a crimson circle Bodies framed like living art They kneel in rows for a single gesture I’m shaking, ready to start (please start) [Pre-Chorus] Hand on my spine, guiding me lower Whispers threading through my hair “Obey, and we’ll make you a legend For the things you’ll never share” [Chorus] Tie me up in your velvet password Tell me what a good girl does I’ve been dreaming of these hidden manners Taught in bruises more than love Mark my knees with your private customs Where the chandelier can’t judge In the house of high society hunger I’m begging to be owned this much (don’t stop) [Bridge] Masked mouths naming my secret posture Ranking every flinch and sigh “Perfect pet,” written on my shoulder In a shade that never dries Every smack is a round of applause Every order, sweet extreme I came here just to lose my name Now it’s branded in their scheme (yes sir) [Chorus] Tie me up in your velvet password Tell me what a good girl does I’ve been dreaming of these hidden manners Taught in bruises more than love Mark my knees with your private customs Where the chandelier can’t judge In the house of high society hunger I’m begging to be owned this much (so much) I’m begging to be owned this much