YOU MIGHT LOVE HER [Intro – club build, DJ intro, rising energy] [Intro – low, teasing, close mic] (soft laugh) Mm… You might love her But you want me Tell the truth now Tell it sweetly (breathy ad-lib) Go on… ⸻ [Verse 1 – cool, observant, slightly mocking] You post her hand on your glass Crop the cracks in the frame Call it perfect timing I just call your name You spin that holiday story Like a souvenir tee But when the room get quiet You start searching for me (ad-libs: “mm-hm…”, “I know”) ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – tension building, intimate] You keep her picture I keep your secrets You keep on lying But your eyes don’t keep it Every late message Got the same heartbeat If you so sure, baby Why you ask where I’ll be (low teasing) Eh-eh… ⸻ [Chorus – hypnotic, confident, stacked vocals] You might love her But you want me That’s the truth you never say out loud Posting her face in the daylight But you save my name in the private cloud You might love her But you want me All that gold on her Still you dream in red If she your always and forever Why you calling from her side of the bed (ad-lib) Talk now… ⸻ [Verse 2 – sassier, Bajan swagger] She like plans in a planner I like plans on a dare She want rings and a table I want hands in my hair You tell she “back in a minute” Spend a hour with me You never cross the border You just bend it slowly (laughing ad-lib) Boy… ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – darker, breathy] Her name on tickets My name on your tongue Her dress in photos My dress on your rug You say it harmless Say “don’t read in” Then breathe my scent Like a second skin (whisper) Liar… ⸻ [Chorus – fuller energy, darker groove] You might love her But you want me That’s the line you never dare confess You keep she safe in the daylight But you come find me when you want that mess You might love her But you want me All she candles But you chase this heat If she your blessing, your angel Why you praying here with your hands on me (ad-lib) Exactly… ⸻ [Bridge – intimate, dangerous, spoken] (spoken, slow) If it all in my head Why you shaking when I leave Why your pulse say my name When you trying to sleep If you so decided Why you watching my feed reload Why your hand on my door Like a secret code (teasing) Tell the truth now… ⸻ [Final Chorus – slower, seductive dominance] You might love her But you want me That confession sitting on your lips You play her song in the daylight But at three a.m. it’s my hips My hips You might love her But you want me Every truth you too afraid to speak If she your future on paper Why your future sound exactly like me ⸻ [Outro – whispered, cinematic] (soft, amused) You might love her… But you want me Say it once Let it breathe (quiet laugh) You know it. ⸻
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