[Intro — low, amused, smooth] Oh, darling… Life gets much easier when you look expensive and lie beautifully. [Verse 1 — smooth, confident, playful] I came out the gutter in a gentleman’s grin, Silver on my tongue, smoke on my skin, City says “beg,” but I’d rather pretend I was born in silk and taught how to win. Got a sharp black coat and a glass half full, A room full of wolves and I charm them dull, She says, “Who are you?” and I kiss her hand, Say, “Who do you need?” — she says, “You’ll do.” Damn. [Pre-Chorus — rising, teasing] I like the gleam of the gold on the table, The cut of a suit that says I’m able, The look in her eyes when she knows I’m trouble And still steps closer on purpose. [Chorus — big, catchy, swaggering] I wear silk on my sins, Let the whole room spin, Pretty lies, fine wine, slow hands on a velvet grin. I love the shine, I love the chase, The perfume, pearls, the danger, taste— If I’m doomed, let me drown like this, With a beautiful girl And silk on my sins. [Verse 2 — more cocky, more bite] I learned real young that a locked front door Opens quicker when you smile some more, Never needed fists when a voice works fine, Just a clean white shirt and a practiced line. I like red lips, black gloves, soft skin, A wicked laugh and the pull to begin, Like diamonds warm in a candle glow, Like spendin’ coin I don’t got to show. [Pre-Chorus — smoother, more seductive] She says, “You talk like a prince, sweetheart,” I say, “Maybe I am after dark,” Truth don’t matter much when the music starts And the whole damn world leans in. [Chorus — bigger, richer] I wear silk on my sins, Let the whole room spin, Pretty lies, fine wine, slow hands on a velvet grin. I love the shine, I love the chase, The perfume, pearls, the danger, taste— If I’m doomed, let me drown like this, With a beautiful girl And silk on my sins. [Bridge — lower, intimate, a little dangerous] Don’t ask me what my real name is, Don’t ask me where I learned all this, Just hold my gaze and take the risk— You know you want to. I don’t need heaven, I don’t need grace, Just moonlight poured on a clever face, A warm thigh crossed, a locked room, lace— And one more night to ruin. [Breakdown — swaggering, half-spoken, sharp] Gold in the cuff. Smoke in the lung. Smile in the dark. Knife on the tongue. She wants danger? I can oblige. I was made from hunger And polished lies. [Final Chorus — explosive, theatrical, triumphant] I wear silk on my sins, Let the whole world spin, Pretty lies, fine wine, queen hearts under candle skin. I love the rush, I love the game, The velvet touch, the whispered name— If I burn, let me burn like this, With a beautiful girl And silk on my sins. [Outro — smooth, smug, fading] Come closer, darling. I promise— whatever I am, I’ll wear it well.
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