[Intro – Whispered, close-mic] I used to have a conscience. Sweet little thing. Wonder where she went. [Verse 1] I woke up with a halo in the kitchen sink, A note on the mirror saying, "Girl, don't think." Two missed calls from a better me, And a lipstick kiss on an apology. Got a clean white shirt and a crooked smile, Been behaving myself for a little while. Then the elevator opened on the thirteenth floor, And I heard my heels say, "One time more." [Pre-Chorus] There's a little red light in the back of my mind, Flashing like a warning that I redesigned. I know what it means, I know what it costs, But I look so good when I'm getting lost. [Chorus] I put the devil on mute, Now I'm dancing with the dial turned up. Got my hands on the truth, But the truth never gave me much. Oh, I could be good, I could do what a good girl should. But the devil's on mute, And I'm louder than he ever was. (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Louder than he ever was. (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Baby, I don't need a push. [Verse 2] Bought a one-way ticket to a place called Maybe, Met a nice young man who tried to save me. He said, "You've got trouble written under your skin." I said, "Darling, that's the place I've been." Took my bad decisions out for dinner, Told the waiter, "Make mine a double sinner." Got a photograph of the mess we made, Put it in a frame and called it yesterday. [Pre-Chorus] There's a little red light in the back of my mind, Flashing like a warning that I redesigned. I know where it leads, I know how it ends, But I'm tired of making my mistakes pretend. [Chorus] I put the devil on mute, Now I'm dancing with the dial turned up. Got my hands on the truth, But the truth never gave me much. Oh, I could be good, I could do what a good girl should. But the devil's on mute, And I'm louder than he ever was. [Post-Chorus – Rhythmic, teasing] Click, click, silence. Sweet little act of defiance. Tick, tick, timing. Hear that? That's me deciding. [Bridge – Sparse bass, intimate vocal] Funny thing about the devil, He was never in the room. Just a voice I kept inventing Every time I needed an excuse. So I took away his microphone, Watched the little red light die. And when the silence finally found me, I heard myself reply— [Final Chorus – Explosive, layered harmonies] I put the devil on mute, And I turned my own voice up. Got nothing to prove, Got a heart that's had enough. Oh, I could be good, But not the way they said I should. Yeah, the devil's on mute, And I'm louder than he ever was. [Outro – Music strips back, whispered] Hello? You still there? ...Good. [Click. Silence.]
