# Skeletons in the Closet [Intro — thick elastic bass riff, crisp percussion, confident female vocal] [Spoken — amused] These aren't skeletons, baby. They're souvenirs. [Verse 1 — rhythmic, playful, full of swagger] Friday night, I'm running late Red lipstick and a second date Caught my reflection in the light Found another little line tonight One from laughing till I cried One from loving the wrong guy One from staying out till three Every one looks good on me [Pre-Chorus — percussion builds, rising vocal harmonies] I used to cover up the cracks Wish I could take a few years back Now I know what they're worth Every line's a little proof I was here first [Chorus — huge bass-driven dance hook, bold melodic vocals] Skeletons in the closet Come on out, let's dance Every scar's a story Every wrinkle had a chance Skeletons in the closet I don't hide 'em anymore Got a lifetime worth of trouble And a dress that hits the floor [Post-Chorus — infectious rhythmic vocal hook] Let 'em out, let 'em out Let those old bones shake Let 'em out, let 'em out Look at all the life we made [Verse 2 — bouncy groove, vivid storytelling] Found that dress from twenty-nine Still fits different, that's just fine There's a stain from New Year's Eve And a note tucked in the sleeve From a boy I thought I'd marry God, that would've been a mess I put the note back in the pocket And I zipped up that old dress [Pre-Chorus — brighter harmonies, drums build] I used to cover up the cracks Wish I could take a few years back Now I know what they're worth Every line's a little proof I was here first [Chorus — full bass, percussion and layered vocals] Skeletons in the closet Come on out, let's dance Every scar's a story Every wrinkle had a chance Skeletons in the closet I don't hide 'em anymore Got a lifetime worth of trouble And a dress that hits the floor [Instrumental Dance Break — 16 bars] [Filthy elastic bassline takes the lead] [Sharp claps, syncopated percussion, powerful live drums] [Layered vocal chops: "Let 'em out... let 'em out..."] [Groove grows bigger without changing tempo] [Playful bass fills and dramatic rhythmic stops] [Bridge — stripped bass and percussion, expressive vocal] I've been somebody's first mistake I've been somebody's last I've danced in shoes that broke my feet And loved a little too fast I wouldn't change a single night Wouldn't trade a single tear If these old bones could talk, they'd say "Girl, we're glad we're still here" [Spoken — laughing] And we've still got plans. [Final Chorus — euphoric, powerful stacked harmonies] Skeletons in the closet Come on out, let's dance Every scar's a story Every wrinkle had a chance Skeletons in the closet I don't hide 'em anymore Got a lifetime worth of trouble And a dress that hits the floor [Final Post-Chorus — celebratory call-and-response] Let 'em out! (Let 'em out!) Let those old bones shake! Let 'em out! (Let 'em out!) Look at all the life we made! [Outro — extended bass-driven dance groove] Every laugh, every tear Every wild and wasted year Every wrong turn, every chance Brought me right here to this dance [Spoken — smiling] These aren't skeletons, honey. They're souvenirs. [Final bass riff, tight drum hit] [End]
