[Verse 1] Mara: I bring caramel, the amber alchemist, Butter-soft baritone beneath the froth, immaculate. Your hazelnut is hesitant, a woodland referendum, Mine is molten velvet with a golden little anthem. I make Monday less monastic, make the rain feel decorative, Salted-sugar syllables, persuasive and persuasive. One sip, the whole cafe becomes a candlelit parliament, Your nutty little number needs a map and chaperone to market it. [Chorus] Caramel latte, say it slowly, let it land, Silk in the cup, little sun inside the hand. Hazel can argue, but the saucer understands, Caramel latte... take a stand. [Verse 2] Nina: Hazel is a halo with a roasted-brown intelligence, Not a syrup sermon with a sugary embellishment. You call it velvet, I call it costume jewelry, Mine has depth, a toasted breath, a quiet kind of bravery. It is autumn in a mug with a diplomatic aftertaste, Your caramel is carnival, mine is cultivated, cellar-aged. I do not need a sugar chandelier to make a room remember me, Hazelnut is subtle, but the finish is a felony. [Chorus] Hazelnut latte, let the low notes linger long, Earth in the cream, little oakwood in the song. Caramel can sparkle, but the roots know where they belong, Hazelnut latte... prove me wrong. [Bridge] Mara: You are calling beige profound. Nina: You are pouring dessert around. Mara: My cup has a chorus. Nina: My cup has a point. Both: Two spoons on the counter, still we cannot anoint. [Final Chorus] Caramel, hazelnut, circle the steam, Two rival recipes in the same small dream. You bring the glow, I bring the grain, Split the last pour, let the piano explain. Caramel, hazelnut, no crown, no crime, Different little heavens at the same good time. (Same good time) Split the last pour... let the piano decide.
