[Intro] [Verse 1] Lipstick set, shoes by the door, You brought the same old case to court once more. I gave you the facts, gave you the time, Now you're cross-examining a woman who looks fine. Wait—seriously? I wore these heels to dance, not testify. Your honor, I'm leaving. The jury's on my side. [Pre-Chorus] I can say it soft, I can say it loud, But I won't keep translating for a stubborn crowd. Hear me once, that's all you get— I'm not done loving, I'm just done with this. [Chorus] I don't owe you one more explanation, No, I don't owe you a second invitation. If you missed my meaning, let it miss you tonight— I got my own plans and they fit me just right. I don't owe you one more explanation, No more circles, no negotiation. Say what you want, but the door swings wide— I got my own plans and I'm on my side. [Verse 2] You said, “Just listen,” then you talked right through, I counted every minute like a bill due. My friends downstairs sent a check-in text: “Are you coming?” I said, “I'm escaping the sequel.” Now that's a plot twist. You brought three new reasons and a chart in blue; I brought one good coat and a better view. [Pre-Chorus] I can meet you halfway when the road is fair, But I won't build the whole bridge while you stand there. Hear me once, that's all you get— I'm not done loving, I'm just done with this. [Chorus] I don't owe you one more explanation, No, I don't owe you a second invitation. If you missed my meaning, let it miss you tonight— I got my own plans and they fit me just right. I don't owe you one more explanation, No more circles, no negotiation. Say what you want, but the door swings wide— I got my own plans and I'm on my side. [Bridge] You can keep the speech, keep the polished defense, I heard every word; it still don't make sense. I said where the line is, I said it plain, You keep moving the goalposts and calling it a game. No plea, no pause, no “wait, hear me out,” I know what I said and I know what I'm about. Talk to the wall, let the bassline reply— I am not staying just to prove I'm right. [Beat Break] [Final Chorus] I don't owe you one more explanation, No, I don't owe you a second invitation. If you missed my meaning, let it miss you tonight— I got my own plans and they fit me just right. I don't owe you one more explanation, No more circles, no negotiation. Say what you want, but the door swings wide— I got my own plans and I'm on my side. I'm on my side— That's the whole reply. [Outro] Keys in my hand, coat on my shoulder, The night got good when the room got quieter.
