[INTRO — breathy female whisper] Three little knocks. [THREE PERCUSSIVE KNOCKS] (Knock knock knock) Door's open. Rules are optional. Come dance. [BEAT] [VERSE 1] I came for the midnight, the glitter and sin, the bottle of moonlight they're pouring within. I came for the bassline, the heat and the smoke, to kiss someone wicked and steal someone's cloak. There's wine on the speakers, there's blood in the sink, some creature is floating while teaching me to drink. The goblins are gambling, the witches are high— and somebody's flirting with the beast by my side. [PRE-CHORUS] I don't need a reason. I don't need a name. The night is delicious. I'm here for the taste. [CHORUS] Give me more. Give me more. Turn the music up and lock the door. More champagne, more smoke, more skin, more sin— if there's trouble in the room, I'll probably join in. Give me more. Give me more. Let the moonlight hit the floor. Dance until your wings are sore, kiss someone you shouldn't kiss— then go back and ask for more. [VERSE 2] I noticed the goblin was watching the door. Which was unusual. He never does that anymore. A hundred years waiting, pretending he's fine, then suddenly staring at every new arrival. I laughed at him. "Darling, you're obvious." He glared. I grinned. It's one of my gifts. Then she walked in. Poor little mortal. Wrong shoes. Wrong clothes. Very boring hair. But something about her made the old goblin stare. [PRE-CHORUS 2] I watched from the bar with a drink in my hand. This was getting interesting. Exactly as planned. Not my plan. His. But I'm happy to watch. [CHORUS] Give me more. Give me more. Turn the music up and lock the door. More champagne, more smoke, more skin, more sin— if there's trouble in the room, I'll probably join in. Give me more. Give me more. Let the moonlight hit the floor. Dance until your wings are sore, kiss someone you shouldn't kiss— then go back and ask for more. [BREAKDOWN — sparse, sensual] The ceiling disappeared. I applauded. The floor grew teeth. I danced. The moon came through the roof. Someone screamed. I laughed. The goblin forgot his drink. Now that was interesting. She looked at him. He looked at her. Neither one knew who the other were. I took another sip. This was better than theatre. [WHISPER] Oh, darling... keep going. [BUILD] Three little knocks. A rhythm in the bass. Something old behind her face. The goblin moved closer. She stepped away. Then stopped. Something in her remembered something she couldn't say. I watched. I waited. I smiled. Then the beat came back. [DROP] [CHORUS — bigger] Give me more. Give me more. Let the whole damn world deform. Fairies flying, goblins screaming, witches dancing through the storm. More champagne, more smoke, more skin, more sin— the old world's falling through the floor, so let the new one in. Give me more. Give me more. I didn't come here to behave. If the mortal found her way back home— well... that's rather charming. [CALL & RESPONSE — playful] WHO'S THAT? [CREATURES] DON'T KNOW. WHO'S THAT? DON'T KNOW. [GOBLIN] That's my friend. [FAIRY] Oh. [beat] That's adorable. [FINAL DROP] [OUTRO — lazy, breathy] Three little knocks. One old friend. One very strange reunion. And me? I had another drink. [LAUGH] Someone's set the moon on fire. I'm going to go dance.
