BAD GIRLS GET PRESENTS ZYRA [Intro — Crystal Bells, Soft Female Whisper] They say good girls get presents… Hmm. That’s adorable. [Deep 808 Enters] But have you met the bad ones? (Zyra!) [Chorus — Catchy, Confident Melodic Pop-Rap] Bad girls get presents, Pretty little expensive lessons. Gold bows, diamonds, no regrets, Baby, I ain’t finished yet. Bad girls get presents, Don’t need nobody’s permission. Naughty list, but heaven-sent, Bad girls get presents! [Post-Chorus — Bouncy Trap Drop] Wrap it up, wrap it up, Put a little ribbon on it! Stack it up, stack it up, If I want it, I’ma own it! Ooh-la-la, December, Make it one to remember. Good girls wait for heaven, Bad girls get presents! [Verse 1 — Fast, Playful Trap-Rap] Silk sheets, snow streets, velvet on my skin, Got a box with a bow and a wicked little grin. Silver on my fingers, little sparkle on my wrist, Santa looked at my receipts and nearly dropped his list. I like pretty things, but I like my freedom better, Got my name embroidered on a custom Christmas sweater. Don’t mistake my appetite for needing your approval, I can buy my own champagne and arrange my own arrival. Quick flash, gift bag, lipstick on the glass, Everybody’s whispering when I walk into the bash. Got a wishlist longer than the winter nights in Sweden, But I never ask permission for the things that I believe in. [Pre-Chorus — Playful Rising Melody] Put a bow on it, Let it glow on it. I don’t need to be a saint To deserve a little sparkle. [Chorus — Bright, Bass-Heavy Pop Hook] Bad girls get presents, Pretty little expensive lessons. Gold bows, diamonds, no regrets, Baby, I ain’t finished yet. Bad girls get presents, Don’t need nobody’s permission. Naughty list, but heaven-sent, Bad girls get presents! [Verse 2 — Rapid-Fire Double-Time Rap] Tick-tick, click-click, ribbon with a satin twist, Little black designer bag with my initials on the zip. Pearls in the morning, boots in the evening, Everybody’s got an opinion, I don’t need a reason. Pretty little package with a dangerous delivery, Got a taste for independence and a talent for the victory. No prince, no rescue, no magical carriage, I don’t need a diamond ring to validate my status. I can work, I can earn, I can spend it how I like, Got a little Christmas sparkle with a heavyweight bite. If you wanna spoil me, better bring your best intentions, ‘Cause a price tag doesn’t buy you any special exemptions. Red bow, high glow, snowflakes on the window, Watch me turn the living room into a fashion-show intro. Got a million little dreams and I’m checking off the list, Santa better take some notes ‘cause I’m handling my business! [Pre-Chorus — Layered Female Harmonies] Put a bow on it, Let it glow on it. I don’t need to be a saint To deserve a little sparkle. [Chorus — Full Festive Trap-Pop] Bad girls get presents, Pretty little expensive lessons. Gold bows, diamonds, no regrets, Baby, I ain’t finished yet. Bad girls get presents, Don’t need nobody’s permission. Naughty list, but heaven-sent, Bad girls get presents! [Bridge — Minimal Piano, Sarcastic Spoken Vocals] Santa asked me what I wanted. I said, “Surprise me.” He brought me a candle. (Pause) A candle? Baby, I already bring the fire. [Beat Cuts — Crystal Bell Chime] [Final Rap — Fierce, Fast Rhythmic Delivery] No apologies wrapped up in shiny paper, No promises that vanish when you call me later. I don’t need a throne, don’t need a crown, But I do love the sound when the boxes hit the ground. Big dreams, small bows, watch the silver shimmer, I’m the girl who made her own damn Christmas dinner. Got a little bit of luxury, a little bit of nerve, And I never feel ashamed of knowing what I deserve! [Final Chorus — Explosive, Layered Female Vocals] BAD GIRLS GET PRESENTS! Pretty little expensive lessons! Gold bows, diamonds, no regrets, Baby, I ain’t finished yet! BAD GIRLS GET PRESENTS! Don’t need nobody’s permission! Naughty list, but heaven-sent, Bad girls get presents! [Final Post-Chorus — Bouncy Trap Drop] Wrap it up, wrap it up, Put a little ribbon on it! Stack it up, stack it up, If I want it, I’ma own it! Ooh-la-la, December, Make it one to remember. Good girls wait for heaven, Bad girls get presents! [Outro — Soft Crystal Bells, Whispered] Oh, Santa… Keep the receipt. Just in case. (Zyra.)
