[Intro — Spoken] No, darling— That wasn’t a love spell. You walked in wanting trouble. I just gave it somewhere to sit. [Verse 1] Black dress, red mouth, Moon pulling secrets out. You said, “Witch, behave.” I said, “Baby, dig your grave.” One nail dragged around your glass, One slow smile when you walked past. No smoke, no mirror, no sleight of hand— Just your bad idea Wearing my command. [Hook] I’ve got that hex appeal— Hot wax, high heels. You can blame the moon, But you know what you feel. Come closer. Don’t kneel. I like my sinners standing When we make the deal. Hex appeal. Hex appeal. Touch at your own risk— But tell me it ain’t real. [Verse 2] Salt circle broken by the toe of my boot, Cherry-red venom and forbidden fruit. You brought your halo; I brought the match. Now heaven wants its angel back. I don’t need your soul— Just your Saturday night. Your hands where I can see them, Your intentions in the light. Say yes like you mean it. Say no—I disappear. But don’t whisper “maybe” With your mouth against my ear. [Hook] I’ve got that hex appeal— Hot wax, high heels. You can blame the potion, But you know what you feel. Come closer. Don’t kneel. I like my sinners standing When we make the deal. Hex appeal. Hex appeal. Touch at your own risk— But tell me it ain’t real. [Breakdown — Spoken/Chanted] Belladonna? [Breakdown — Spoken/Chanted] Belladonna? Too dramatic. Mandrake root? A little phallic. Rosemary? For remembering. Your shirt on my floor? Now—that’s interesting. Black lace, bare steel. No spell made you follow; You came here of your own free will. Come closer. Make it real. I’m not your little secret— I’m the secret you reveal. Hex appeal. Hex appeal. You can blame the witch tomorrow— Tonight, tell me how you feel. [Outro — Whispered] No refunds. No regrets. And no— That mark on your neck Is not a side effect.
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