[INTRO — shouted tag, immediate bass stab] K-K-K KYRODITH! Keep that one. [VERSE 1 — intimate female vocal, UK garage swing] I was reaching for an orange, You were messing with your phone. Caught me halfway through a sentence, In a shirt I should’ve thrown. I said, “Delete it, I look awful.” You turned the screen around. There was someone looking happy. Took a second: that was me. [PRE-CHORUS — rising percussion, melodic lift] No good side. No warning. Hair tied up. Sunday morning. You said, “Look.” I looked again. That’s the face I make with him. [CHORUS — powerful melodic female lead] Is that how you see me? Is that what I look like loved? I was picking out the flaws; You were picking out the one. Keep that one. Send it to me. I want to meet the woman You keep telling me you see. I love you for a hundred things. Here’s another one: You caught me looking like myself And called it beautiful. [DROP — massive rolling sub, chopped vocal hook] Keep that— Keep that one. That’s me, Looking loved. Keep that— Keep that one. Your face When I look up. [VERSE 2 — warm rhythmic delivery] Now I take one while you’re reading, With your glasses slipping down. You complain about your profile. I know how that sentence sounds. So I show you what I’m seeing: How your mouth begins to curve When you notice who is watching, Before you say a single word. [PRE-CHORUS — stripped drums, bass builds] No pose. Don’t change. That look. Again. You see? Right there. I’m in That stare. [CHORUS — full vocal, wide harmonies] Is that how you see me? Is that what I look like loved? I was picking out the flaws; You were picking out the one. Keep that one. Send it to me. I want to meet the woman You keep telling me you see. I love you for a hundred things. Here’s another one: You caught me looking like myself And called it beautiful. [BRIDGE — tender sung vocal, groove continues] Put it somewhere we can find it, When our faces start to change. I’ll remember what you said; You’ll remember that old place. We can argue who looks younger, Who wore that ridiculous shirt. Then take another in the kitchen, With the years allowed to show. [FINAL DROP — explosive breakbeat fills] Keep that— Keep that one. Me and you. Looking loved. No pose. Don’t change. Come closer. One more frame. [OUTRO — close female vocal, final bass hit] You’re not even looking at the camera. Neither am I.
