[Intro — Sparkling harpsichord, shimmering synths, breathy female vocals attempting royal composure] I came to see the Goblin King, All silver hair and sorcery, A wicked smile, a velvet stare, And enough hairspray to destroy an ozone layer. He turned and the moonlight kissed his tights… Oh, heavens. What a sight... [Verse 1 — Swoony, playful, gradually losing composure] He's got the cheekbones, he's got the eyes, That voice could make a saint tell lies. He moves like sin in heeled-up boots, With feathered hair and tailored suits. He juggles crystals, bends the rules, Commands an army of goblin fools. I came prepared to fear his name— Instead, I'm staring without shame. For just below his royal waist, There's an embellishment of exquisite taste. A curious shape, a bold design… Oh, wardrobe department, you are divine. [Pre-Chorus — Building, scandalized whispers] It's not the hair, the stare, the throne, The way he makes a girl feel grown— No, I can handle all of that… It's the architecture in his tights! [Chorus — Explosive, glittering 80s synth-pop; cheeky backing vocals] Oh, Jareth! Jareth! King of the night! Who dressed you, darling, and got it so right? I came for the magic, the menace, the show— Now I can't remember which way to go! Oh, Jareth! Jareth! What have you done? You've made indecency look like such fun! You may have the kingdom, the crystals, the spells… But that codpiece, darling, is going to send me straight to hell! [Verse 2 — Flirtatious, conspiratorial, increasingly embarrassed] I tried to listen to your demands, Your elegant threats with outstretched hands. You spoke of wishes, bargains, fate— I nodded like a fool and stared at your gait. Now, surely, this is tailored art, A masterpiece of theatrical craft. Some gifted seamstress, needle in hand, Has made a legend of your lower land. Was there a meeting? Was there a plan? Did you approve the final span? Did someone say, "Your Majesty, This silhouette's a triumph, if you'll trust me"? I need to know. I mustn't ask. I'll hide my blush behind a mask. I'm here to save a child, not swoon… Though, frankly, sir, you've ruined the room. [Pre-Chorus — Music drops to a sultry bass pulse] Those tights… That pose… That perfectly mysterious— No. I'm a lady. I have standards. …Several. [Chorus — Bigger drums, layered harmonies, playful saxophone] Oh, Jareth! Jareth! King of the night! Who dressed you, darling, and got it so right? I came for the magic, the menace, the show— Now I can't remember which way to go! Oh, Jareth! Jareth! What have you done? You've made indecency look like such fun! You may have the kingdom, the crystals, the spells… But that codpiece, darling, is going to send me straight to hell! [Bridge — Sultry piano, sweeping strings; sincere, swooning confession] Perhaps it's the man, not the clothes, The dangerous smile, the theatrical pose. The lonely prince with a heart of ice, Who makes a bad decision look rather nice. Perhaps it's the music, the moon, the romance, The way he turns every threat to a dance. Perhaps I'm enchanted, bewitched, beguiled… Or perhaps I'm just a very distracted child. [Spoken — Horrified realization] Oh, no. I've become the very thing I came here to judge. [Instrumental Break — Glittering synth solo, theatrical strings, goblin laughter] [Final Chorus — Full cabaret-pop extravagance, shameless and triumphant] Oh, Jareth! Jareth! King of the night! You've stolen my reason and ruined my sight! I came for adventure, for danger, for spells— Now I'm composing love songs to your tailored apparel! Oh, Jareth! Jareth! My secret is sealed! My dignity's wounded, my fate is revealed! You rule the Labyrinth, command all these whelps— But your codpiece deserves a kingdom itself! [Final Tag — Sudden stop; one delicate harpsichord note] A throne of its own… A crown of its own… Perhaps a tiny crystal ball— [Spoken, mortified whisper] I really need to stop talking. [Outro — Dreamy synths, soft laughter] It's just a costume… It's theatrical flair… It's absolutely none of my business what's in there… [Pause] …Do you think he'd mind if I asked? [Final whispered line] For research purposes, naturally.
