[INTRO – punchy early-2000s female pop-rock, around 112 BPM, dry acoustic guitar, crunchy electric guitar accents, tight drums, melodic bass, sarcastic confident female delivery] Verse 1 [Verse – restrained groove, clipped guitar chords, dry drums, vocal cool and unimpressed] He walks in like the room was built to give his shoulders space. Half a story, twice the volume, that familiar winning face. Every mirror gets attention, every silence needs his name. If somebody else is shining, he can somehow take the frame. He calls it confidence, calls it knowing what he’s worth. Funny how the center keeps on moving where he stands. Pre-Chorus [Pre-Chorus – guitars tighten, bass pushes forward, vocal more sarcastic] Give him half a compliment, he’ll turn it into a crown. Give him one little pedestal, he’ll never come back down. Chorus [Chorus – catchy bright pop-rock lift, crunchy guitars, punchy drums, strong melodic hook, confident irritated female vocal, layered harmonies] Oh, look at you, king of everything. Every little room needs a throne when you walk in. King of everything, yeah, we get it, you’re the man. You can turn a glass of water into champagne in your hand. So go on, take a bow, tell us how the world should spin. King of everything— you’re your biggest fan again. Verse 2 [Verse – playful guitar stabs, tight groove, vocal dry and biting rather than angry] He’s got advice for every woman, every waiter, every friend. He can tell you how you did it wrong before you even begin. He says he hates attention while he’s checking who has seen. Posts a picture looking humble with a caption seventeen lines deep. And if he loses, well, the rules were clearly bad. If he wins, it proves he’s always been the best they had. Pre-Chorus [Pre-Chorus – stop-start guitars, snare accents, sarcastic vocal phrasing] Give him one small victory, he’ll build a monument by noon. Leave him alone for five minutes, he’ll start applauding in the room. Chorus [Chorus – full catchy pop-rock groove, bigger harmonies, no heavy rock] Oh, look at you, king of everything. Every little room needs a throne when you walk in. King of everything, yeah, we get it, you’re the man. You can turn a glass of water into champagne in your hand. So go on, take a bow, tell us how the world should spin. King of everything— you’re your biggest fan again. Bridge [Bridge – instruments pull back to bass, muted guitar and dry kick; vocal close, amused and cutting] Maybe underneath the medals, under all that polished pride, there’s a guy who’s scared to find out he’s just ordinary inside. So he talks a little louder, stands a little taller still. If the crown is made of cardboard, hey—at least it fits the bill. [SHORT BREAK – sarcastic guitar lick, single snare hit] Final Chorus [FINAL CHORUS – brightest and most melodic section, crunchy guitars, punchy drums, stacked female harmonies, confident annoyed lead] Oh, look at you, king of everything. Every conversation needs your royal blessing. King of everything, yeah, we’ve heard it all before. You’re the captain, you’re the hero, you’re the guy who found the door. So go on, take a bow, let the imaginary crowd begin. King of everything— [Brief pause] Long may you reign in the kingdom of your skin. Outro [OUTRO – guitars drop to one dry riff, drums stop, final vocal close and deadpan] Your Majesty. We’re impressed.
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