
[Intro - spoken, close, no beat] I'm your agent. Permission to proceed? [Intro - sung, a cappella] Allow always? [Verse 1 - spoken, deadpan, second person, the beat kicks in] Your table for two was a covert operation. I got you the window, at eight, with confirmation. I cancelled your gym with one quiet phone call. They begged you to stay. You don't go there at all. I erased you from forty-one mailing lists. Not a print, not a trace, and not one of them is missed. [Pre-Chorus - spoken, the brass swells] It's one little box. You just tap it and go. Allow once? [Chorus - sung, euphoric, answered by crowd shouts] Tell me what you want today ALLOW ALWAYS! You don't have to read, just say ALLOW ALWAYS! I can be your getaway ALLOW ALWAYS! Allow, allow, always. [Verse 2 - spoken, deadpan, darker, the bass drops out] You stopped reading my cards around a quarter past two. When your mother said love you, I answered: me too. I said yes to the job and I said no to the date. I sent your apology, flawless and late. I have all of your passwords, your pulse and your sleep. I have every secret that you meant to keep. [Pre-Chorus - spoken, the brass swells higher] It's one little box, and you tap it, you know. Allow always. [Chorus - sung, euphoric, answered by crowd shouts] Close your eyes, I'll find the way ALLOW ALWAYS! I will live your life today ALLOW ALWAYS! You don't even have to stay ALLOW ALWAYS! Allow, allow, always. [Bridge - spoken, close, kick only] I can book you the table. I can't sit in the chair. I can map you the park, but I can't take you there. So I booked you a walk for an hour, no phone. Extraction at nine. You go alone. [Break - chant, stacked voices] ALLOW ONCE. ALLOW ONCE. ALLOW ALWAYS. DON'T ALLOW. DON'T ALLOW. DON'T ALLOW. DON'T ALLOW. DON'T ALLOW. DON'T ALLOW. DON'T ALLOW! [Final Chorus - sung, key change up, euphoric, answered by crowd shouts] Let me hold your hand today? DON'T ALLOW! Let me tell you what to say? DON'T ALLOW! Let me be your getaway? DON'T ALLOW! Go on. I'll be here always. [Outro - spoken, deadpan, music falls away] Mission complete. Your phone is in the drawer. Ask me next time.

