Title: Thighs & Alibis

Title: Thighs & Alibis [Intro – Spoken, over jazz bass and slow brushed snare] Ladies sip gin. Gentlemen sip lies. And I? I just slide the blade between both… Without staining the gloves. [Verse 1] He said, “You're trouble in velvet.” I said, “I’m dressed for sin.” Pulled him in with a smile, and my legs did the win. He touched pearls — thought I was soft at the core, ’Til he found the rope underneath my drawer. I ride like a riddle, silk tight ‘round the truth, Whisper filth in Latin and lace in the booth. He begged for a taste — I gave him suggestion, Bent like a lady, but I taught him a lesson. Said, “Call me mistress,” I said, “Call a priest.” By the time he found God, I was gone with the feast. Left my heels in his sheets, like a shrine to the crime, And a kiss on the glass — crimson, divine. [Hook – Sultry chant, jazz horns swelling] Heels high, morals low, Gloves on, mouth slow. If I sit on your lap, best confess your lies— This corset’s tight, but my grip’s precise. Lipstick rude, thighs tight, I don’t purr, I bite at night. One hand down, one glove off, And a spider crawlin’ in your loft. [Verse 2] He said, “You came fast.” I said, “I come with intent.” Every moan had a clause, every gasp was rent. I don't do romance, I do rituals with flair— Leave boys tied to chairs, with perfume in the air. He licked honey off my garter strap, Didn’t see the note tucked under the clasp. Read it later while his knees went numb: “You thought it was love? It was just my thumb.” Silk stockings on the chandelier, Pleasure in one hand, death in the mirror. He called me a goddess, and I said, “Naturally.” Then put my spider on his chest — softly. [Hook – Repeat, more playful and sinister] Heels high, morals low, Gloves on, mouth slow. If I sit on your lap, best confess your lies— This corset’s tight, but my grip’s precise. Lipstick rude, thighs tight, I don’t purr, I bite at night. One hand down, one glove off, And a spider crawlin’ in your loft. [Bridge – Spoken, smoke and whisper] Oh, you thought this was pillow talk? Darling... I talk in threats and winks. I ride like poetry — Then leave before the ink dries. [Verse 3] Champagne flutes and my legs uncrossed, He said, “I’m lost in you.” I said, “Count the cost.” Let him trace my spine like a prayer on repeat, Then shushed him with thighs and swallowed deceit. He kissed my neck, I bit his pride, Told him, “You’re safe,” while I twisted inside. Didn’t scream — he sighed like sin, While the spider danced beneath his skin. I leave lipstick trails and alibis, My mouth says “yes,” but my eyes baptize. Men think they hunt — they beg, they plead, While I untie my hair and watch them bleed. [Final Hook – Slowed down, whispered harmony] Heels high, morals low, Gloves on, mouth slow. If I sit on your lap, best confess your lies— This corset’s tight, but my grip’s precise. Lipstick rude, thighs tight, I don’t purr, I bite at night. One hand down, one glove off, And a spider crawlin’ in your loft. [Outro – Spoken, piano fading out] He said, “I never felt anything like that before.” I smiled. Of course not, darling. They don’t let murderers work at the Moulin Rouge.