[Intro] plain white paper. ink held back. a careful fold. a quiet crack. then i stepped into the hush... of his immaculate lack. [Verse 1] his voice was polished. his stare was steel. every sentence measured. every silence real. a smile with edges. a room with no air. and all my practiced caution... simply thinned in there. he spoke in distances. in rules. in control. i kept my balance by a thread... then lost the whole. something in his manner made my pulse misbehave, as if composure were a garment he could take and lay away. [Pre-Chorus] one glance. one step. and all my lines grow soft, then slip between his signs. he is a closed door and a bright, hard flare. and against every sense i own... i keep going there. [Chorus] fifty shades of Grey! (fifty shades of Grey) fifty shades of Grey! i should turn away, but i can’t untie what he makes me say! you can call it caution, call it hunger, call it something i can’t claim— i am standing in the undertow of a name! fifty shades of Grey! and i am trembling at the threshold... where control begins to fray! [Verse 2] the red room. its hush. its severe design. everything arranged to look like discipline, clean as a line. there are doors that stay shut. there are words left unsaid. there is want that wears a mask and lies beside the bed. i read the warning in his careful hands, in the distance that he keeps. a man built from restraint... and something underneath that never sleeps. [Bridge] maybe i mistook the rule for safety. maybe i mistook the silence for mercy. but i am not blank. i am not air. i am the breath he can’t quite master... when i’m standing there. and if his world is locked, if his need is made of stone, then mine is the dangerous thing that answers when he’s gone. [Final Chorus] fifty shades of Grey! (fifty shades of Grey) fifty shades of Grey! i should turn away, but i can’t untie what he makes me say! you can call it caution, call it hunger, call it something i can’t claim— i am standing in the undertow of a name! fifty shades of Grey! and i am trembling at the threshold... where control begins to fray! [Outro] laters, baby. my hands still shake. fifty shades... of Grey.
