Watch Me, Don’t Touch Me

⸻ [Intro – Spoken, snarky tone] Yeah, I see you lookin’. But this show? Ain’t for touching. ⸻ [Verse 1] Walkin’ in like glitter and flame, You call it tease—I call it my name. Crop top, combat boots, lips like a dare, But don’t confuse my strut with a chair. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t yours to claim or chase, Keep your hands in your personal space. You can watch, you can burn, you can pray— But baby, that’s where you’ll stay. ⸻ [Chorus] Watch me, don’t touch me— I’m a wildfire, not your plushie. You can drool, you can dream, But I ain’t part of your little scheme. Watch me, don’t touch me— This ain’t your fantasy runway. Take a pic, say a prayer, But don’t you even dare. ⸻ [Verse 2] Yeah, I dance, but I don’t perform for tips, I slay in silence, no need for scripts. Don’t need your gaze to feel alive— My power don’t come from the outside. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You think “nice” buys you a pass? Go cry to your fragile ego stash. Look all you want, but keep it clean— I’m not your pixelated queen. ⸻ [Chorus] Watch me, don’t touch me— I’m a wildfire, not your plushie. You can drool, you can dream, But I ain’t part of your little scheme. Watch me, don’t touch me— This ain’t your fantasy runway. Take a pic, say a prayer, But don’t you even dare. ⸻ [Verse 3] I don’t owe you sugar for just bein’ nice, A wink ain’t an invite, so think twice. My body’s not a battleground for your pride, I walk tall—got my gang at my side. ⸻ [Bridge – Chant-style with stomps and claps] No is a sentence—get it in your brain! No leash, no chain, I don’t play your game. You think I’m a prize? Better check the rules— I crown myself, I don’t bow to fools! ⸻ [Final Chorus – Loud, defiant, triumphant] Watch me, don’t touch me— I’m the storm they couldn’t study. Yeah, you can watch this queen parade— But I ain’t yours to serenade. Watch me, don’t touch me— You can cheer, but never claim me. I walk fierce, I walk free, And that’s how it’s gonna be. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken, mic drop tone] I’m not your dream. I’m your wake-up call. Oh-yeah!!!! [Extended Outro – Slow, sarcastic, then fierce] You watched, you waited— Thought I’d slip, get jaded. But look at me now— Strutting like I made it. [Build-up – Spoken into shouted line] So here’s your sign, Tattoo it to your brain— [Final Yell] I’m not your touchline— I’m the whole damn flame! Hahahahaha