Intro (spoken / whispered) Shh… don’t look at me like that. I’m art. Verse 1 I woke up in a sequined mood, A little feral, a little cute, Mascara smeared like war paint art, Confetti cannon in my heart. I drink caffeine like it’s a spell, Text my ex “LOL oh well,” I’m not dramatic, I’m a vibe— A tiny storm with good hair. Hi. Pre-Chorus If you hear the bassline coming, That’s your warning, that’s me running— Through your plans like glitter glue, Now you’re shiny too. Chorus I’m a glitter goblin, Sparkle problem, Dance like a gremlin in designer heels. I’m a glitter goblin, Chaos dolled up, Stealing your peace for the way it feels. I bite the beat then I disappear, Leave a trail of glow right here— I’m a glitter goblin, And I’m thriving, are you? Verse 2 I don’t do subtle, I do “ta-da,” I show up like a supernova, Pocket full of cursed little charms, Hugs like a trap with open arms. I laugh too loud, I sing off-key, My whole life is a novelty, I’m not unwell—I’m seasonal, Like Halloween but make it illegal. Pre-Chorus If you see the strobe light flicker, That’s my signal, I move quicker— Through your rules like I can’t read, It’s a gift, honestly. Chorus I’m a glitter goblin, Sparkle problem, Dance like a gremlin in designer heels. I’m a glitter goblin, Chaos dolled up, Stealing your peace for the way it feels. I bite the beat then I disappear, Leave a trail of glow right here— I’m a glitter goblin, And I’m thriving, are you? Bridge (breakdown / chanty) Goblin mode—activated. Make it loud—complicated. If you came for calm, I’m devastated. (Just kidding.) Hands up, no thoughts, just glitter, Spin so fast I turn into a rumor, Kiss the sky, then bite the moon— I’ll be back. Too soon. Final Chorus (bigger, extra chaotic) I’m a glitter goblin, Sparkle problem, Dancing like a menace in designer heels. I’m a glitter goblin, Chaos dolled up, Stealing your peace for the way it feels. I crack the night like candy glass, I make the good times hit too fast— I’m a glitter goblin, And I’m thriving—YES, I AM. Outro (spoken) Clean-up aisle five. It’s me. I’m aisle five.