Taste Me, Taste Me

pop, Glitchy hyperpop banger with ultra-processed female vocals and stacked, formant-shifted harmonies, Bright, distorted synth leads duck around a sidechained kick, crisp claps, and crushed bass stabs, Verses stay half-whispered and swung with pitchy ad-libs; chorus explodes into sugar-rush hooks, chopped vocal glitches, and wide stereo pads, Auto-tune cranked, transitions with risers and stuttered pauses to make the hook slam back in, hyperpop, female vocals, electronic

[Intro] Baby Pretty Diamonds dancing on me Cherry lip gloss Come and ruin it slow [Verse 1] He got his hands around my waist (so tight) Nails in his neck like a chain I might Laugh in his ear Say his name off-beat Spilling our drink on the velvet seat [Pre-Chorus] Spin me ‘round Spin me ‘round Little carousel Sugar on my tongue And I play it well Say you wanna taste Baby come in close Bite a little harder Rip my halo [Chorus] Taste me Taste me Baby Pretty diamonds going crazy Hands low Talking to me lazy Dirty with my boy Don’t save me Taste me Taste me Lip print on your face So brazen Heart rate racing Misbehaving Dirty with my boy Come chase me [Verse 2] Bubblegum breath Whisper bad ideas Smudge my mascara Black souvenir Phone on the floor We ignore that ring Bass in my chest Hear the cages sing [Bridge] Flash of his grin in the bathroom light (uh) Lipstick letters on his shirt all night (yeah) If this a sin I’m a saint gone wrong Kiss in the cut Turn the rush up strong [crescendo] [Chorus]

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