Miss Dior Tell Me (LIVE Version)

(Verse 1) Midnight mirror, lipstick shaking in my hand, I’m practicing a smile like he’d understand. Heart’s racing like a runway in my room, Trying every scent that whispers “me and you.” Chasing butterflies in bottles on the shelf, Every note feels like I’m guessing at myself. Is it roses? Is it amber in the air? ’Cause when he walks by, I forget how to breathe there. (Pre-Chorus) And I’m spinning in the sweetness, Searching for the feeling That’ll make him turn and see me— Really see me. (Chorus) Miss Dior, tell me what I’m supposed to be, A little wild, a little soft, or something in between? Do I bloom like jasmine when he’s close to me? Or am I more like vanilla in his memories? Miss Dior, tell me which one will make him stay, Which one says the words that I can’t dare to say. Miss Dior, tell me— Tell me how to love him in the perfect way. (Verse 2) Silver lights paint shadows on the wall, I’m dancing with the perfume like I’m not afraid to fall. Every fragrance feels like a different version, A thousand hearts but only one is certain. Maybe it’s not the petals or the spice, Maybe I’m the scent I’ve been trying to find. But still I wonder when he looks into my eyes, Does he smell destiny or just pass me by? (Pre-Chorus) And I keep chasing that moment Where I feel golden, Where he knows it’s me before I even say a word. (Chorus) Miss Dior, tell me what I’m supposed to be, A little wild, a little soft, or something in between? Do I bloom like jasmine when he’s close to me? Or am I more like vanilla in his memories? Miss Dior, tell me which one will make him stay, Which one says the words that I can’t dare to say. Miss Dior, tell me— Tell me how to love him in the perfect way. (Bridge – dreamy, swirling synths) Maybe love is bittersweet, Maybe I am every note inside the symphony. If he knows me, truly knows me, Would he choose me just for me? Still I spray a little hope upon my skin, Just in case tonight’s the night He lets me in… (Final Chorus) Miss Dior, tell me what I’m supposed to be, A little wild, a little soft, or something in between? Do I bloom like jasmine when he’s close to me? Or am I warmth like amber in his memories? Miss Dior, tell me— ’Cause my heart is beating loud enough to pray That he’ll know it’s me Before I walk his way.