[Cold Open: solo piano, light upper-register runs] [Female, soft soulful] Born with silver in my hair, Silver spoon, luxury everywhere. Truth came wrapped in pretty lies— “For your own good.” “You must beware.” [small piano flourish] Bless your heart… (Mmm…) Keep her safe. Keep her small. Tell her nothing— that solves it all. Funny thing about protecting eyes… They still learn to recognize a lie. [Verse 1: Flittery] [piano skips lightly between phrases] Pretty rooms. Pretty words. Only tell me what won’t hurt. Close the curtain. Dim the light. Everything is fine if I don’t know… right? (Mmm…) Questions, questions… Such a curious girl. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the world.” [playful piano run] Oh, I won’t. [chuckle] I’ll worry about yours. [Verse 2: Flirty] [piano settles into playful soul-jazz swing, bass enters] Quiet hands. Steady eyes. Funny what you find behind polite disguise. One little question. One little glance. Tell me I shouldn’t— now there’s… a chance. They step back. I step in. Tell me it’s trouble? [soft laugh] Where do we begin? You call it dangerous. I call it fun. Tell me not to touch— I’ve already begun. [soulful run] Ooh… mm-mm… ahh… [Hook: Stable] [full soul-jazz pocket, confident piano] I learned early— smiles can lie. Pretty little answers keep the questions denied. Call it love. Call it care. Call it anything that keeps the truth from there. (Mmm…) I don’t need saving. I need it straight. Give me the truth— I’ll decide its weight. If that’s too much for your delicate heart… [brief pause] Too bad. So sad… [piano answer] [Verse 3: Stable] [warm piano chords, locked bass and drums] I learned the rhythm. Learned the room. When to smile and when to move. Read the faces. Read the places. Funny how much truth lives in spaces. They see danger. I see design. They see boundaries. I see lines. Everything has a reason, a part. Everything fits— if you’re willing to pull it apart. [Instrumental Turn] [piano repeats a simple figure] [Monotony] [same piano figure repeats unchanged] Wake up. Dress right. Smile nice. Good night. Be sweet. Stand straight. Don’t ask. Just wait. Wake up. Dress right. Smile nice. Good night. Be sweet. Stand straight. Don’t ask— [silence] Are you serious?! [piano figure resumes] Wake up. Dress right. Smile— No. [piano misses a beat] [Fracture] [piano figure repeats unevenly] Same little rooms. Same little lies. Same little smiles. Same alibis. “For your own good.” “For your protection.” “For your own good.” “For your— [hard piano strike] Oh, bless your heart. [laugh] You actually believed that. [Erratic] [piano jumps registers, soul-jazz groove fractures] Quiet hands— not anymore. Steady eyes— watch the door. They step back. I step near. Maybe madness is seeing clear. [piano run] Who decides what I should know? Who decides where I should go? Who decided truth needs permission? [chuckle] That’s adorable. [piano accelerates] Pretty lie. Pretty room. Pretty little world going— [abrupt stop] Boom. [3-note motif] [Female, suddenly calm] There you are. [Final Hook: unstable soul-jazz] [piano alternates elegant chords and erratic strikes] I don’t need saving. Never did. Funny what happens when you lift the lid. Call me reckless. Call it fate. Call me trouble— I can wait. Let them wonder. Let them stare. I know exactly what is there. [soulful jazz run] Ooh… ah-ah-ah… mmm… They call it chaos. [chuckle] I know better. [3-note motif] [Outro: solo piano] Silver hair. Silver spoon. Pretty little lies lost their shine too soon. You wanted safe. You wanted smart. You wanted sweet. [soft laugh] Bless your heart. [single piano note] Silence.
