[SONG TITLE: STIR THE POT] [Female Vocal Only, Candy Starling] [Confident, tempting, theatrical, melodic] [Approximately 3:05] [Immediate hook, continuous rising finish] [Cold Open, whispered over silver spoon circling crystal] Midnight likes a woman Who knows exactly what she wants… [Bat-wing rush] Do blonde witches have more fun? [Beat slams] Darling… watch me. [Opening Hook, seductive and immediate] Stir the pot, stir the pot One little spark and the whole room’s hot Moon turns gold when the night comes undone Do blonde witches have more fun? Stir it slow, then let it run Black-lace shadow, tongue of sun They ask me why, I tell them, “Honey… We don’t find the fun, we become it.” [Verse 1, slinky funk bass, harpsichord and finger claps] I walked in sweet with a storm in my heel Velvet little smile, but the magic is real Bats in the balcony, bells in the gloom Every eye follows when I cross the room Every door they closed gave the night more space Every curse they threw put a star in its place They wanted tame, I was born to stun That’s why blonde witches have more fun [Pre-Chorus, strings beginning to rise] It isn’t the hair It isn’t the dress It’s knowing exactly What joy you deserve It isn’t the spell Or the smoke above It’s surviving the fire And still choosing love [Chorus, wide and irresistible] Stir the pot, stir the pot Drop in the doubt and let it burn hot Spin that trouble till the old fear runs Do blonde witches have more fun? Stir it high, stir it low Wake every ghost in the front-row glow They ask me why, I say, “Look what I’ve done” Yes, blonde witches have more fun [Post-Chorus, stacked female whispers] More fun… More fire… More moonlight… Take it higher… [Verse 2, stronger drums and Arabic string curls] They whispered, “Too much,” so I turned up the flame Tried to make me smaller, I outgrew the frame I wore every scar like a jewel at dawn You can bury a spark, but the fire comes on Now the ghouls line up when they hear my heels Skeletons sway when the low bass reels I don’t need saving, I already won That’s why blonde witches have more fun [Pre-Chorus 2, stronger comeback] It isn’t the color Darling, it’s the comeback I took every shadow And taught it to clap It isn’t good fortune Or tricks of the light I made my own magic And walked back into the night [Chorus 2, choir and orchestra expanding] Stir the pot, stir the pot One little spark and the whole room’s hot Bats take flight when the drums begin Let every beautiful monster in Stir it wild, let the old bells hum Call every ghoul, tell them midnight’s come They ask me why, I say, “Look what I’ve done” Yes, blonde witches have more fun [Dance Break, harpsichord against darbuka and finger claps] [Female whispers moving across stereo] Clockwise… Closer… Don’t spill a drop… [Playful breath] That’s it… [Electric violin and haunted choir begin a continuous ascent] [Bridge, half-time heartbeat building into full power] Why? Because the fire couldn’t finish me Why? Because the dark made history Why? I learned what fear was running from A woman who knows What she can become [Drums rise] I turned every “never” into “watch me now” Every broken promise into one more vow I didn’t return as the girl I was I came back brighter Just because [Final Chorus, key change, full orchestral eruption] Stir the pot, stir the pot Raise that flame till the heavens get hot Bats in the rafters, ghouls on the run Not running away, they’re joining the fun Stir it high, stir it wild Danger in the rhythm, moonlight in the smile They asked me why, now the answer has come Blonde witches don’t chase the fun… [Huge rising vocal run] We become it! [Final Hook, layered female choir] Stir the pot! Stir the pot! Turn every curse into something hot! Stir the pot! Stir the pot! Give them everything they said you’re not! More fire! More love! More magic rising up! Do blonde witches have more fun? [Music stops for one beat] You’re looking at one. [Final orchestra, organ and drum strike]
