[Cold open: dry raspy male voice; guitar muted between words] Don’t take the blame. I came back in. [Full groove: pounding kick, gritty bass, three-note fuzz-guitar hook] [Verse 1: low, teasing; short rhythmic phrases] Had one arm in my jacket, Had a car outside. You said, “Leaving already?” Like you knew I’d change my mind. You never touched my shoulder, Never blocked the door. Just danced like you were keeping Something good in store. [Pre-chorus: bass climbs; guitar opens gradually] I watched my ride pull off, You watched me watch it go. Then moved a little closer— Like there’s something I should know. [Chorus: big melodic lift; tight, punchy delivery] Bad influence, Look what you started. Halfway out the door, Now I’m dancing on the carpet. Bad influence, Don’t ask forgiveness. If you’re a bad influence, I’m a willing participant. [Post-chorus: clipped chant; guitar answers] Your fault? My choice. Turn that look Into noise. [Drop: eight bars; guitar riff is the lead] [Two clipped low notes, one sustained rising note] [Bass answers in the gaps; no extra lead synth] [Verse 2: more rhythmic; amused, confident] You write your number on me, My phone’s still in my hand. I say, “There’s easier ways.” You say, “Where’s the fun in that?” The ink runs when we’re moving, I lose a four or five. You say, “You’ll have to ask again.” I say, “I’ve got all night.” [Pre-chorus: drums thin to kick and claps] You steal the space between us, I pull you through the crowd. We came to hear the music— Now we’re talking far too loud. [Chorus: full groove; tight self-doubles] Bad influence, Look what you started. Halfway out the door, Now I’m dancing on the carpet. Bad influence, Don’t ask forgiveness. If you’re a bad influence, I’m a willing participant. [Post-chorus: stop-start band hits] Your fault? My choice. Turn that look Into noise. [Instrumental: eight bars; dirty guitar and bass trade phrases] [Add open hats; keep the kick steady] [Breakdown: bass pulse, foot stomps; close vocal] Tomorrow, when they ask me, I won’t put this on you. You only raised an eyebrow. I cancelled my own excuse. [Build: guitar feedback rises; words become shorter] Don’t take the blame. I came back in. You want another? Let’s begin. [One-beat silence] [Final chorus: wider guitars; same melody, greater conviction] Bad influence, Look what we started. Halfway out the door, Now we’re dancing on the carpet. Bad influence, No asking forgiveness. If you’re a bad influence, I’m a willing participant. [Final drop: eight bars; octave guitar response] My choice. Your move. Still got Something to prove. [Hard stop; smiling, almost spoken] Wait— Write that number again. [Final guitar-and-kick hit]
