[Intro - demon, spoken] What is that stench? Ah. It's fear. De-light-ful. [Verse 1 - lead singer] I came dressed for cocktails, not an exorcism, Then the front door flirted with my optimism. The portrait winked; I blamed the frame, The chandelier dropped my middle name. [Pre-Chorus - lead singer] You said, “Stay awhile.” I said, “That seems unwise.” Then you smiled from the coat closet— Rude how well it suited your eyes. [Chorus - lead singer] Fear looks good on you, don’t you agree? A little bad judgment suits me. I came for the party, now I’m changing my plans— This house has better chemistry than the humans can. [Demon - spoken] Come closer. [Lead singer] That is an alarming invitation. [Verse 2 - lead singer] The staircase shifted; I called it décor, The mirror gave me one look, then asked for more. My keys went missing, my manners did too, I found both beneath the bed—with you. [Pre-Chorus - lead singer] You said, “Don’t be nervous.” I said, “I’m perfectly fine.” Then the wallpaper breathed behind me— Honestly, your timing is divine. [Chorus - lead singer] Fear looks good on you, don’t you agree? A little bad judgment suits me. I came for the party, now I’m changing my plans— This house has better chemistry than the humans can. [Demon - whispered] Stay awhile. [Lead singer] I heard that. I’m billing the séance. [Bridge - call and response] [Lead singer] Will you behave? [Demon] No. [Lead singer] Will you play fair? [Demon] Never. [Lead singer] Is that a threat? [Demon] It’s a reservation. [Lead singer] I should leave before this gets strange. [Demon] Darling, it already has. [Break - instrumental] [Demon - spoken] Ah. [Sharp pause] [Lead singer] ...That was almost charming. [Demon - laughter] [Final Chorus - lead singer with demon responses] Fear looks good on you, don’t you agree? A little bad judgment suits me. I came for the party, now I’m changing my plans— This house has better chemistry than the humans can. [Demon] De-light-ful. [Lead singer] Lock the door, dim the hall— If trouble’s calling, I’ll take the call. [Outro - demon] What is that stench? Ah. It's fear. De-light-ful.
