[Intro — spoken, dark, intimate] At first… I thought it was you. Your shadow. Your jacket. That impossible thing you left in the air. I thought some people simply stayed with you. Then I understood. It wasn’t you, baby. It was the perfume. [Verse 1] Every night I remembered your face Every room still carried a trace I called it love, I called it fate I thought my heart had learned too late Ya habibi, what did you do? Why did every road come back to you? One breath and suddenly I was losing gravity [Pre-Chorus] Then one afternoon I walked into that perfume store And everything changed. [DROP — spoken] Baby… WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THIS BOTTLE? [Chorus] Witchcraft! Witchcraft! That perfume is witchcraft! I smelled it once— fell in love with half the shop! Young man! Old man! Tall man! Blind man! One was limping— I said, “Baby, you look FINE!” Witchcraft! Witchcraft! Spray it one more time! I thought I missed you, turns out— IT WAS THE DAMN PERFUME ALL NIGHT! [Verse 2] One man had no hair I did not care One had one good eye I said, “Come here, habibi, hi.” One was twenty-five One was seventy-nine Baby, suddenly everybody looked like Valentine I stood there frozen looking at the bottle And finally understood the entire relationship. [Break — dead serious] So I made a decision. A mature decision. A responsible decision. I bought a male mannequin. [BUILD] No arguments. No jealousy. No “where are you?” No “who is she?” No emotional damage. Beautiful posture. Excellent listener. [CHORUS — BIG] Spray spray spray! Habibi, stay! Witchcraft perfume on my mannequin bae! Spray spray spray! I’m okay! One bottle on his chest and I’m good for thirty days! No drama! No pain! No messages at 2 AM! He stands there silently— THE PERFECT FUCKING MAN! [Bridge — Arabic flavored, sensual then absurd] Ya habibi… Ya rouhi… Ana bahebak… Wait. No I don’t. That’s the perfume talking again. Ya perfume… Ya perfume… GET OUT OF MY HEAD! [Instrumental Drop — bass, oud, darbuka, vocal chops] Witch-witch-witchcraft Spray-spray-spray that Hab-hab-habibi Mannequin baby Tuka tuka Bass tuka Spray suka Habibi buka [Final Chorus] I thought it was love I thought it was you I thought my poor heart was broken in two But I walked in the store and the truth came through: BABY, I’D FALL FOR ANYBODY WEARING THAT PERFUME TOO! Witchcraft! Witchcraft! Case officially closed! General found the evidence— AND THE MANNEQUIN GOT DOSED! [Outro — spoken, completely serious] Love is complicated. Perfume is chemistry. Mannequins… are underrated. Good night, habibi.
