Room 314 - Pi, The Private Eye: Ep1.

dry rain raps glass a coded confession time for a long coat and forensic aggression the case files thick and the grounds bruised with smoke he came home with three missed calls and a lipstick note "Hotwife of Pi" she said "Pi, can you find what he hides" I said "love, I find lies by the shape of their sides" dont worry Ill ride out of the streetlamp blur I dont chase clues clues crawl back first first flaw cracked in the time that she gave me quarter past nine but the bar cam said maybe ten with a woman in a borrowed black Bentley same plate loaned twice and the glovebox aint empty he said he was working bullshit track him phone pinged Salford his message said Trafford receipt said seafood two spoons in the picture a wedding ring tan line and a guilty pink shirt I dont want drama I charge for suspicion trace every pause on a blood spatter mission he blinked on "Tuesday" stuttered on "alone" Im telling you now his loyalty lives in his phone I pulled meta data from a selfie at Nero zoomed on the glass caught her face in the mirror angle of light put the booth near the till Pi dont get lucky Pi just skilled lipstick on linen hotel pen bitten alias signed where the idiot had written mr P Perfect card declined twice cocky for a man with a discount vice call me Pi I can circle the crime cut through the fog with a decimal mind your secret aint safe your alibi leaks I hear what you hide in the way that you speak Pi, the private eye midnight planning suited up sharp while the evidence damning Hotwife manners with a casework kink I solve your secrets before you finish your drink I rang reception with a voice she knows said "did he leave something" she paused, then let it go checked the register gave me the floor room 314 irony at the door three point one four yeah cute he was begging universe flirting while I clocked up the bedding found black lace by the vent and the heater size didnt match her this case getting sweeter he had a mistress with a fake French name accent from Bolton and a husband the same I snapped so fast that the flash lost rhythm everyone lies and most lack vision venetian blinds slice the moon into strips weed smoke writes warnings round guilty lips if your heart has a basement better pay Pi rent cash in hand before the evidence is spent a kiss is a contract and a glance is a wire tap a button undone is a witness for hire that knows lies leave their prints when exiting last lust leaves breath marks signed in the glass call me Pi I can circle the crime cut through the fog with a decimal mind your secret aint safe your alibi leaks I hear what you hide in the way that you speak Pi, the private eye midnight planning suited up sharp while the evidence damning Hotwife manners with a casework kink I solve your secrets before you finish your drink call me Pi, the private eye "Hotwife of Pi" © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.