[Intro] [Brief flicker of solo piano and voice alone, then cool understated synth pads and steady four-on-the-floor kick take over] [Verse 1] [Intimate bar-lounge atmosphere in sleek electronic texture, deadpan conversational phrasing, dry wit pushed forward in the mix] Darling, you couldn't forget me if you tried You leave in a hurry, I'm reeling In a modern-day ghosting story I feel like Marilyn Everybody wants the rumor Nobody wants the person Behind the expensive perfume Everybody wants the fantasy Until they get too close to me Nobody stays for the curtain call But everybody wants a piece [Verse 2] [Same synth pad and muted piano stab palette, tightly quantized groove continues, more pointed and angry, acerbic delivery especially on the final line] Carve me up for your flying monkeys Take the last slice, leave none for the road If you crucify me, darling, I won't turn my cheek I'm not Christ I wore my smile like a loaded gun All dolled up for someone who never thought twice You wanted a groupie, you wanted a puppet I couldn't be by your side Darling, I don't kiss anyone's ass [Chorus] [Explodes into big catchy electro-pop disco refrain, layered unison and octave vocals, bright synth chord stabs, glossy club production, reversed tape-whoosh effect bookending each "Prince of" line] You think you're a prince But your crown is costume jewels Auntie's estate sale called Give back her fake pearls Oh, you are a little boy Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] nothing Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] narcissists Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] a throne room lined in mirrors Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] vanity [Bridge] [Cold, sophisticated, decadent synth atmosphere, sustained dissonant drone underneath, hypnotic and faintly sleazy, worldly allure, measured tempo continues] I'm ten stories high I'm drunk on the view I see you coming, darling, like A mannequin crowned in borrowed jewels [Turn colder here — grittier emotional intensity, layered vocal] I'm the dark prince with a pin A pretty wound beneath my grin Darling, bleed for me Darling, bleed like Severin in Venus in Furs I'll hold the whip I'll wear the diamonds I'll be the cold, dead heart you ran from [Final Chorus] [Same as above — layered unison vocals, bright synth chord stabs, glossy disco pulse, reversed tape-whoosh effect bookending each "Prince of" line] You think you're a prince But your crown is costume jewels Auntie's estate sale called Give back her fake pearls Oh, you are a little boy Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] nothing Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] narcissists Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] a throne room lined in mirrors Prince of [reversed tape-whoosh] vanity [Outro] [Stripped-back reprise, haunting synth atmosphere and distant layered vocals] I feel like Marilyn Everybody wants the rumor Nobody wants the person Behind the expensive perfume
