My Phobias2 (Pumpkin Dreams)

[TECH TASK: Electro Swing / Swing-House, female cartoonish/playful vocal, tempo 110 BPM (moderate, clear text), 4/4, extended swing/EDM instrumental breaks between verses and choruses, light intro and outro, dynamic accents on pumpkin phrases, playful Halloween vibe, keep near-rhyme and internal rhyme intact] [Intro - instrumental swing/EDM fade-in] Someone’s scared of spiders, someone — of snakes, For some, a club night feels like their wake. For others, a lift ride adds silver strands, Some faint from heights, or from needles’ glance, And some just need the lights turned off to scream. But ask me what truly haunts my dream — I’ll tell you what I fear — shit-scared extreme. [Chorus 1 - playful, rhythm accentuated] ‘Cause I’m a Cinderella, not so lucky, Afraid that midnight will get funky — When dreams I chase turn into pumpkin, My shining job — the same old pumpkin, My sweet, sweet love — another pumpkin, And I’ll look like a pumpkin in a bikini bumpin’! [Verse 2 - clear, rhythmic, lightly swung] I’m not afraid to take the stage, Dogs make me smile, I don’t turn pale at blood’s wage. I sleep well through thunder’s roar, I’m no xenophobe, that’s for sure. Rodents amuse me, bath sponges don’t stun, Mosquitoes annoy, but panic? None. [Break - instrumental swing/EDM with subtle vocal ooh/ahh] Ask me what can scare me to the brink, And I’ll tell you, just stop and think: ‘Cause I’m a Cinderella, out of time, Afraid that one day at the last chime… [Chorus 2 - playful but slightly darker tone] that midnight will steal my expand — My music turns to pumpkin bland, My poems empty, like a jack-o’-lantern’s head, My whole life rots into a pumpkin scene, And I’ll be a pumpkin girl in a bikini bumpin’! [Final / Outro - layered vocal, slight swing/EDM fade-out] Ask me what can scare me to the brink, And I’ll tell you — just stop and think: ‘Cause I’m a Cinderella, not so lucky, Afraid that midnight will get funky — When dreams I chase turn into pumpkin, My shining job — the same old pumpkin, My sweet, sweet love — another pumpkin, My music turns to pumpkin bland, My poems empty, like a jack-o’-lantern’s head, My whole life rots into a pumpkin spread, And I’ll be a pumpkin girl in a bikini green, The strangest Cinderella you’ve ever seen! [Outro - instrumental swing/EDM fade-out with playful oohs and light Halloween accents]