[Intro - iconic synth fanfare riff alone, 4 bars, playing the chorus melody note for note, big and clean] [Smoky saxophone answers with the same melody, 4 bars, deep sub bass sliding underneath] [Saturated electric guitar joins, doubling the fanfare, drums detonate, 4 bars building] [Wordless hook - moody hyper sexy female, over the riff] Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh [Verse 1 - female lead, sultry, swaggering, half a smile, palm-muted guitar and sliding sub bass under her] The good Lord broke the mold that day— built him big, then backed away. He runs too hot. He clears the deck— and Lord, the rest is what you'd expect. [Pre-Chorus - smoky sax under the lead, drums tightening, synth brass climbing] Broad through the chest. Thick through the arm— and Lord, he knows. That's half the charm. [Chorus - the fanfare detonates, the lead belts it, saturated guitar doubling the riff, gospel choir low and hungry] Lord, have mercy. Watch him move— nice and heavy. Nothing to prove. He wants it all. He takes it all— Lord, have mercy. Here we fall. [Post-Chorus - the fanfare riff returning, gospel choir chanting, vocoder harmonies whispering the hook] (choir) MERCY! (HEAVY!) MERCY! (HEAVY!) (lead) Lord, he'd wear you out. [Verse 2 - palm-muted guitar driving, sub bass sliding, tight gated snare, breathy ad-libs between the lines] He rolls a sleeve back, takes his time— slow enough to be a crime. He doesn't reach. It finds his hand— the whole damn world at his command. [Pre-Chorus - bigger, sax and synth brass climbing, full layered harmonies] The nuns would look. The wives would too— and Lord, he's barely looked at you. [Chorus - bigger, full choir answering, guitar doubling the fanfare] Lord, have mercy. Watch him move— nice and heavy. Nothing to prove. He wants it all. He takes it all— Lord, have mercy. Here we fall. [Post-Chorus - the fanfare riff returning, choir bigger, sighs and ad-libs over it] (choir) MERCY! (HEAVY!) MERCY! (HEAVY!) (lead) Lord, he'd take you to church. [Guitar Solo - 8 bars, soaring melodic saturated guitar over the fanfare, piano stabs underneath, the choir rising] [Verse 3 - the diva's own confession, close, then building] I've met my share. I've kept control— then he walked in and took it whole. He doesn't even try, and yet— I'm the one who's breaking a sweat. [Breakdown - everything drops to one held chord and a heartbeat kick, the female lead sung low, half laughing] Someone open a window soon— it just got hot. It's barely noon. [Bridge - low, piano and heartbeat kick, the lead sung close, then the choir and the beat gathering under her] Built like a vault. Dressed like the law— four stripes of muscle. Not one flaw. And Lord, the air goes heavy too— the sky wears gold because he flew. [Chant - building, the choir entering] Mercy. Mercy. (MERCY!) [Final Chorus - key change up, every voice at full power, gospel choir on every line, guitar doubling the fanfare, grown to six lines] Lord, have mercy. Watch him move— nice and heavy. Nothing to prove. He wants it all. He takes it all— Lord, have mercy. Here we fall. The Lord stood back from what He'd done— took one look, and grinned: that's the one. [Apotheosis - the key lifts once more, massive gospel choir at full power, saturated guitar soaring over everything, the fanfare riff ringing out huge] (choir) MERCY! (HEAVY!) MERCY! (HEAVY!) (lead, soaring over the choir) The sky lay down and let him in— and Lord, it blushes where he's been. (choir) MERCY! (HEAVY!) (lead) Lord, he'd make you see God. [one beat of total silence] (lead, one long held note over everything) MERCY! (all voices, massed, enormous, held to the end) MERCY [Outro - synth fanfare riff returning under the choir, last word held to the end] [End]
