Boom...Boom

[Intro – whispered, chopped echo] Boom… boom… You feel that? That’s not the bass. That’s her. [Verse 1 – slow but dangerous] Heels like thunder in a velvet night, Eyes so calm it gives you fright. She don’t smile — she selects. Every gaze? A quiet test. Men lean in, then fall away, Her silence louder than what they say. She owns the beat, and lets it slow — She doesn't dance. She flows. [Hook – low, hypnotic, teasing tone] You watch. She moves. She knows who’ll lose. She chooses who gets close… and who burns slow. [Verse 2 – no mercy] You said the right lines, tried the right look, But darling — she's read that book. Her lipstick's a curse, her eyes confess: "You’re not enough. Try less." You reached for heat. She gave you frost. Thought you were the fire? Now you're lost. She turned once — red dress, no sound — And left you burning without being found. [Hook – stronger, doubled with echo layer] You watch. She moves. She knows who’ll lose. She chooses who gets close… and who burns slow. [Bridge – spoken, seductive] She don’t chase. She don’t stay. She walks, and men forget what they were gonna say. You thought you’d lead? She smiled and blinked. Game over, boy — you didn’t even think. [Final Chorus – layered, chant-like] You watch. She moves. You lose. She chooses. No names. No rules. Just heels, and heat, and truth. [Outro – whisper fade] She chooses… She chooses… You watch.