[verse 1]
Yeah, they let me pick the prince now, ain't that a trip?
(Out the castle window, on a scholarship)
No more daddy's signature, just his raised brow
(When he ask "What's his last name?" and I tell him "Right now...")
It's about connection, not the family crest
(But the guest list at the country club tells the rest)
I got autonomy, spelled A-I-N-T
(Got the right to be wrong if his wallet ain't...)

[pre chorus]
Oh, choice, choice
(What a shiny toy)
They gave me a voice
(To whisper, not deploy)
It's a velvet-lined trap, a gilded cage
(Check the fine print on the page)
You're the star of the stage
(But you best not upstage...)

[break]
...the name.

[chorus]
So I can choose a king from the wrong side of the tracks
(But his crown gotta shine)
I can fall for a poet, no turnin' backs
(But his lines better align)
My "yes" is my business, my "no" is my own
(Ain't that what they sold?)
As long as my "yes" ain't a scandal to the throne
(A story to be told)
My selection.
(Their protection.)

[verse 2]
Brought home a builder, hands told a better tale
(Mama smelled the concrete, face kinda pale)
"Baby, he got vision," I said with a grin
(She said "Vision don't pay the alumni dues in")
Dad talked portfolios over dry martinis
(While my love's portfolio was deep in denim)
Said "Potential's a gamble," I said "So is this gin"
(But the silence that followed was a whole different sin...)

[bridge]
The dowry's dead! We evolved! We so brand new!
(Now the currency's...
Which prep school?
Whose yacht crew?)
Your zip code, your accent, the chill in your smile
(The unspoken mile)
A "good match" is just crossing the style
(With the proper file...)
...on your bloodline.

[break]
...the legacy.

[verse 3]
So maybe I'll pick a duke, maybe I'll pick a jester
(Watch the whole damn system get a whole lot stresser)
Maybe I'll love a man whose fortune is his fight
(And watch the pearl-clutching happenin' overnight)
They freed me from the contract, not from the cost
(The social lines you cross when the good sense is lost)
My rebellion's quiet, ain't a scream, it's a frost
(It's knowin' exactly what I want, and exactly what it'll...)

[break]
...the inheritance.

[verse 4]
So let 'em keep the menu, with its five-star picks
(I'm learnin' how to cook a whole new kind of fix)
My love ain't a transaction, a merger, a bid
(It's the quiet revolution under the lid)
They think they built a playground with a fence so high
(But my heart's the wild thing learnin' how to fly)
And the only approval I need in this sky
(Is the fire in my own damn eye...)

[pre chorus]
Oh, choice, choice
(What a shiny toy)
I'MA USE MY VOICE
(TO ANNOUNCE, NOT EMPLOY!)
It's a velvet-lined trap? I'MA BURN THE STAGE!
(RIP UP THE PAGE!)
I'm the star of the age!
(WATCH ME UPSTAGE...!)

[break]
...everything.

[final chorus]
SO I'LL CHOOSE A KING FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS!
(AND HIS CROWN WILL BE MINE!)
I'LL FALL FOR A POET, NO TURNIN' BACKS!
(AND HIS LINES WILL BE FINE!)
MY "YES" IS MY BUSINESS, MY "NO" IS MY OWN!
(AIN'T THAT WHAT THEY SOLD?!)
AND IF MY "YES" IS A SCANDAL TO YOUR THRONE?
(YOUR STORY GETS TOLD!)
MY DIRECTION.
MY REJECTION.
MY PERFECTION.

[outro]
Menu's closed.
Kitchen's open.
...And I'm cookin' for one.

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[intro] [verse 1] Yeah, they let me pick the prince now, ain't that a trip? (Out the castle window, on a scholarship) No more daddy's signature, just his raised brow (When he ask "What's his last name?" and I tell him "Right now...") It's about connection, not the family crest (But the guest list at the country club tells the rest) I got autonomy, spelled A-I-N-T (Got the right to be wrong if his wallet ain't...) [pre chorus] Oh, choice, choice (What a shiny toy) They gave me a voice (To whisper, not deploy) It's a velvet-lined trap, a gilded cage (Check the fine print on the page) You're the star of the stage (But you best not upstage...) [break] ...the name. [chorus] So I can choose a king from the wrong side of the tracks (But his crown gotta shine) I can fall for a poet, no turnin' backs (But his lines better align) My "yes" is my business, my "no" is my own (Ain't that what they sold?) As long as my "yes" ain't a scandal to the throne (A story to be told) My selection. (Their protection.) [verse 2] Brought home a builder, hands told a better tale (Mama smelled the concrete, face kinda pale) "Baby, he got vision," I said with a grin (She said "Vision don't pay the alumni dues in") Dad talked portfolios over dry martinis (While my love's portfolio was deep in denim) Said "Potential's a gamble," I said "So is this gin" (But the silence that followed was a whole different sin...) [bridge] The dowry's dead! We evolved! We so brand new! (Now the currency's... Which prep school? Whose yacht crew?) Your zip code, your accent, the chill in your smile (The unspoken mile) A "good match" is just crossing the style (With the proper file...) ...on your bloodline. [pre chorus] Oh, choice, choice (What a shiny toy) They gave me a voice (To whisper, not deploy) It's a velvet-lined trap, a gilded cage (Check the fine print on the page) You're the star of the stage (But you best not upstage...) [break] ...the legacy. [chorus] So I can choose a king from the wrong side of the tracks (But his crown gotta shine) I can fall for a poet, no turnin' backs (But his lines better align) My "yes" is my business, my "no" is my own (Ain't that what they sold?) As long as my "yes" ain't a scandal to the throne (A story to be told) My selection. (Their protection.) [verse 3] So maybe I'll pick a duke, maybe I'll pick a jester (Watch the whole damn system get a whole lot stresser) Maybe I'll love a man whose fortune is his fight (And watch the pearl-clutching happenin' overnight) They freed me from the contract, not from the cost (The social lines you cross when the good sense is lost) My rebellion's quiet, ain't a scream, it's a frost (It's knowin' exactly what I want, and exactly what it'll...) [pre chorus] Oh, choice, choice (What a shiny toy) They gave me a voice (To whisper, not deploy) It's a velvet-lined trap, a gilded cage (Check the fine print on the page) You're the star of the stage (But you best not upstage...) [break] ...the inheritance. [chorus] So I can choose a king from the wrong side of the tracks (But his crown gotta shine) I can fall for a poet, no turnin' backs (But his lines better align) My "yes" is my business, my "no" is my own (Ain't that what they sold?) As long as my "yes" ain't a scandal to the throne (A story to be told) My selection. (Their protection.) [verse 4] So let 'em keep the menu, with its five-star picks (I'm learnin' how to cook a whole new kind of fix) My love ain't a transaction, a merger, a bid (It's the quiet revolution under the lid) They think they built a playground with a fence so high (But my heart's the wild thing learnin' how to fly) And the only approval I need in this sky (Is the fire in my own damn eye...) [pre chorus] Oh, choice, choice (What a shiny toy) I'MA USE MY VOICE (TO ANNOUNCE, NOT EMPLOY!) It's a velvet-lined trap? I'MA BURN THE STAGE! (RIP UP THE PAGE!) I'm the star of the age! (WATCH ME UPSTAGE...!) [break] ...everything. [final chorus] SO I'LL CHOOSE A KING FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS! (AND HIS CROWN WILL BE MINE!) I'LL FALL FOR A POET, NO TURNIN' BACKS! (AND HIS LINES WILL BE FINE!) MY "YES" IS MY BUSINESS, MY "NO" IS MY OWN! (AIN'T THAT WHAT THEY SOLD?!) AND IF MY "YES" IS A SCANDAL TO YOUR THRONE? (YOUR STORY GETS TOLD!) MY DIRECTION. MY REJECTION. MY PERFECTION. [outro] Menu's closed. Kitchen's open. ...And I'm cookin' for one.

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