[Intro – Hypnotic synth loop, whispered vocals] (Whose scorecard are you... are you...?) (Swipe... match... next... repeat...) (Love’s on sale, with receipts...) [Verse 1] You talk like options on a Friday night, A “maybe later” dressed in candlelight. You price affection by return on thrill, Love’s a service now, with terms and will. [Verse 1] You call it “freedom,” call it “trying things out,” A revolving door of maybe, lust, and doubt. Your lips say real, but your phone says play— You rent connection, then walk away. [Pre-Chorus – Duet, harmonized] No vows, no chase—just moods and apps, Hearts on trial behind screen taps. [Chorus – Euphoric build & drop, driving synths] Whose scorecard are you—counting love like clicks? How many trials ‘til the feelings stick? Bodies in motion, but souls on lease— We flirt with chaos and call it peace. [Drop – Instrumental, vocal chop “Are you? Are you?” over synth stabs] [Verse 2] You quote your therapist, say “it’s all aligned,” While timing kisses to a deadline. You call it open—just “honest play,” But every truth still fades to gray. [Verse 2] You sell desire with a righteous grin, Talk about depth but don’t dive in. You want the spark without the burn— A crash course love, no lessons learned. [Pre-Chorus – Duet, rising tension] We ghost, we scroll, we call it fate, Just algorithms dressed as grace. [Chorus – Bigger drop, layered vocals] Whose scorecard are you—what’s the trade today? Affection’s currency in the games we play. We sip connection, but never stay, Flirting with forever, then float away. [Bridge – Atmospheric pads, slowed tempo] Are we collecting hearts, or are we just the sale? Are we the memory, or the empty trail? (Both): Is this freedom... or just retail? [Build-Up – Tension rises] (Don’t count me...) (Don’t count me out...) (Just count me real...) (If you dare...) [Final Chorus – Full energy, duet call & response] Whose scorecard are you—love’s résumé? Five-star moments that fade by day. I’m not your sample, not your free-to-try, If it’s just a game—don’t look me in the eye. [Outro – Filtered synth fade, whispered vocals] (Whose scorecard...) (Whose rules...) (Whose truth...)
