[Intro] [Quick drum fill, guitars hit fast power chords] You see a fox and think you know, The lies, the moves, the tricks I throw. But take a step back, get it straight— I’m not your stereotype to imitate. [Verse 1] You think I’m scheming every step I take, But my plans are simple, for my own damn sake. Not every smile hides a master plot, And not every word’s some lie I’ve got. You call me sly, like it’s all I am, Some trickster running with a foolproof scam. But I’m more than the mask you’ve made for me, There’s more to this life than what you see. [Chorus] [Catchy melody, soaring vocals] I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game, I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame. Not every move is a backflip display, Not every glance is “come my way.” I’m just a girl, not some grand charade— I’m more than a cliché you’ve replayed. [Verse 2] [chugging guitars, building intensity] You think I’m chasing hearts, a walking flirt, That I'm the main course and even "dessert"! I’m not your vixen, not your pawn, (nuh-huh) And I don’t exist to turn you on! (ew, gross!) I can land a trick, yeah, I’m quick on my feet, But I’m not a gymnast, not tryna compete. You’re watching shadows, not seeing me, (no way)) Just another fox in your fantasy. ( get real) [Chorus] [Bigger and more intense, full-band power] I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game, I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame. Not every move is a backflip display, Not every glance is “come my way.” I’m just a girl, not some grand charade— I’m more than a cliché you’ve replayed. [Bridge] [Melodic breakdown; clean guitar with light drums] You call me untrustworthy, but trust is a two-way street, I’m not the one pulling tricks on repeat. You call me promiscuous, but you don’t even know my name, Isn’t it funny how I’m the one you blame? [guitar solo] [Drums build, distortion kicks back in] And yeah, I’m quick, but I’m a person too, I’ve got dreams, I’ve got scars, all of that, just like you. So take your clichés and throw them away, You’ll see who I am if you look my way. [Final Chorus] [Full energy, powerful and raw] I’m not your sly, untrustworthy game, I’m not the girl who’ll leave you in shame. Not every move is a backflip display, Not every glance is “come my way.” I’m just a girl, not some grand charade— I’m more than a cliché you’ve replayed. [Add a final shout, gang vocals behind it] I’m more than a cliché! [Outro] [Guitars fade out with ringing chords; vocals raw] You see a fox and think you know, But I’m more than the girl in your shadow show. (shadow show)
