[Intro – brisk piano comping, finger snaps, hi-hat shuffling] [Verse 1 – female vocal, cheeky, confident tone] He said he liked my paperweight – I said “Honey, wait ‘til you see my plate.” He printed lines with every glance, I laid them out – this ain’t by chance. [Pre-Chorus – call-and-response with brass] He: “Your eyes in cyan, that’s divine.” Me: “Your tone’s a little outta line.” He: “You’re coated gloss.” Me: “You’re full of fluff.” We’re double-sided – that’s Duplex Love. [Chorus – gang vocals, horn punches, finger snaps] We swing, we slide, we kiss in curves, No crop marks, babe – just what we deserve. Front to back and edge to edge, We’re printing heat on every ledge. We fit like fonts from up above – Can’t fight this duplex kind of love. [Verse 2 – rhythm section driving harder, sax replies] He brought a proof – I brought the ink, He smelled like toner, made me think… What if love is registration tight? No bleed, no mess, just pure delight. [Pre-Chorus – slight tempo pause, piano riff] He: “I’m sans-serif with a twist.” Me: “I’m script – impossible to miss.” He: “You bleed into my paper rough.” Me: “Then press me deep – let’s call it love.” [Chorus – repeat with added harmony, trumpet fills] We swing, we slide, we kiss in curves, No crop marks, babe – just what we deserve. Front to back and edge to edge, We’re printing heat on every ledge. We fit like fonts from up above – Can’t fight this duplex kind of love. [Bridge – slowed groove, walking bass solo under vocal] It’s not just gloss or matte romance – We’re offset hearts in perfect stance. From leading lines to paper stock, We bind our names and turn the lock. [Final Chorus – high energy, vocal ad-libs, crowd vibe] We swing, we slide, we kiss in curves, No crop marks, babe – just what we deserve. Front to back and edge to edge, We’re printing heat on every ledge. We fit like fonts from up above – Can’t fight this duplex kind of love. [Outro – abrupt stop with jazzy piano flourish, one last snap]
