✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🧚 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ © 2026 Changeling Lyrics: Written by Changeling. Music & Vocals: AI-generated with Suno AI using original creative direction, musical concepts, and prompts by Changeling. Cover Artwork: AI-generated from an original concept by Changeling. May your path always find another story. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🧚 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Hey there, pretty boy, with your jawline tight, Struttin’ like God’s gift born for the spotlight. Glossy hair, that thousand-watt beam, Then you opened your mouth — killed the dream. You think you’re poetry? Honey, you’re just a line. Dripping in cheese, stuck on rewind. I nod, I grin, I tilt my head in dread — Your next words make me wish I were dead. Girl, you shine brighter than the stars at night. Aw, baby… you practice that one in the mirror, right? We’d be a power couple, me and you. With you in the mirror? That checks out too. Bet no man’s made you feel like this. This? Oh yeah — queasy, bored, and kinda pissed. Aw, don’t look sad now, sugar — you came in confident. Shhh, just smile, don’t kill the vibe, You’re a statue, babe — not my type. Think I’m swooning? That’s cute, real cute, But all I want is your lips on mute. You’re a mirror, not a man somehow — Whatever you do… don’t talk out loud. You spend more time in the bathroom than I do, Fluffin’ that hair, choosing the perfect hue. Eyebrow raised, selfie queen’s best friend, But a brain behind that face? Nah, that’s pretend. I’m into men who don’t need a mirror’s glow, Who talk straight, no need to put on a show. Not every other word like they’re God’s gift, Just real talk — no ego I need to uplift. Shhh, keep that grin — it’s all you’ve got, Pretty face, empty brain, and a whole lotta “not.” Words like confetti — flyin’ but no fun, Sweetheart, zip it — you’re already done. Mirror, mask, and a walking cliché, Talk less, pose more — that’s your play. You think I’m hangin’ on your every word? Aw, sugar… you poor confused little bird. This ain’t flirtin’. It’s field research. I’ve met lab rats with more charm and grace, At least they don’t mansplain their own face. Call me cruel, but let’s be fair — You brought air to a brain fight. So please, sit right there. Shhh, just smile, you’re better this way, Don’t let your words lead my IQ astray. Keep flexin’, posing, work that pout — Just don’t let a thought accidentally fall out. You’re a filter, a façade, a walking “meh,” Say less, sparkle more — and be on your way. Smile pretty, strike that pose… Let the silence speak — you're best that way. And hey… You’re almost tolerable… When you go away.
