[Intro] She: “Cue that bass—lights low, doors shut!” She: “Phones on silent—now scoot that butt!” Me: “Wait, what?” She: “Hydrate first… okay, now strut!” [Verse 1] She tosses one-liners with late-night zest, “Left—right—pause… no, scratch—progress!” “Hands up—hands down—okay, now freeze,” “Bring back that move, add extra tease.” “DJ, mark it! Hit that drop,” “Count to four—don’t you stop.” “New game plan, I’m the coach on set,” “Follow my cue cards—ready, set, sweat!” [Pre-Chorus] She’s riffing on rhythm, comedian mode, Quotes turn to callouts, crowd-control code* I’m cracking up hard at her bossy flair, She yells, “Tempo turbo—hands in the air!” [Chorus] She says the wildest stuff—I keep up with her track: “Spin—flip—tap—now bring it back!” “Who taught you that? [BLEEP]—hold—attack!” “Talk sweet… no, trash talk—ALL CAPS!” She says the wildest stuff—I’m grinning ear to ear: “Lights to a dimmer—now louder in here!” “Good citizen badge for that move, my dear,” “Okay, countdown—three, two—cheer!” [Verse 2] “Room service at midnight—bring one M&M,” “Three spoons, two straws—don’t ask me when.” “Playlist on shuffle—skip track seven,” “Scratch that—loop bridge—then jump to eleven.” “Compliments? Yes. Monologue? Sure.” “Cue that chorus—give me encore!” “Are we on camera? Nope? Then proceed.” “Now high-five—victory—that’s the creed.” [Breakdown — Callouts] She: “New position—superstar slam!” She: “Too much chatter—okay, I am!” She: “Left lane—right lane—merge—don’t crash!” She: “Queen of the castle—pay that tax!” She: “No shoes on sheets—house rule pact!” She: “Say it in rhythm—clap-clap-clap!” [Bridge] She freestyle-scats in a whispery hum* “Ba-da-ba-dum—now bang that drum,” “Whoops—wrong button—rewind—resume,” “Victory parade in this hotel room.” [Chorus — Bigger] She says the wildest stuff—I keep up with her track: “Spin—flip—tap—now bring it back!” “Who taught you that? [BLEEP]—hold—attack!” “Talk sweet… no, trash talk—ALL CAPS!” She says the wildest stuff—my heartbeat cheers: “Mic to the crowd—hands to the cheers!” “Double that chorus, then shift the gears,” “Confetti at dawn—front row peers!” [Tag / Ad-libs] She: “Water break!” (sip) “Okay, resume.” She: “Fan on… off… on… perfect—zoom.” She: “DJ, one more—final boom-boom!” Me: “Yes coach!” She: “Good. Now… ZOOM.” [Outro] She: “Wrap it—tap it—seal it with a laugh.” Me: “Same time next week?” She: “Set that graph— BPM locked—feel that craft.” Beat fades, door clicks… post-game draft.
