[Intro | smoky | pitched vocal chops only] [Verse 1 | yearning | low female alto | pitched vocal chops and dusty broken beat | steady] Lisbon rooftop, late July Sixth floor, no lift, don’t ask me why Your crew can keep the small talk I want the part you keep locked [Pre-Chorus | sultry | low female alto | pitched vocal chops and dusty broken beat | rising tension] It’s spelled out T-R-U-E The only word for what keeps me up Tell me, you followin’ this? If so, come here and— [Chorus | aching | full belt with stacked harmonies | pitched vocal chops, dusty broken beat, Rhodes through a tape delay | maximum lift] Everybody wants the picture I want the thought behind it Say somethin’ sharp, I lose control Not the body, I want the whole Come closer, yeah, you dangerous mind Come closer, yeah, you dangerous mind (you dangerous mind) [Verse 2 | slow tension | low female alto | pitched vocal chops and dusty broken beat | steady] Tell me what you read, what you eat I’ll stock the shelves, I’ll learn the beat Lock the door and lose the key Ain’t nobody here but you and me [Pre-Chorus | yearning | low female alto | pitched vocal chops and dusty broken beat | rising tension] It’s spelled out T-R-U-E The only word for what keeps me up Tell me, you followin’ this? If so, come here and— [Chorus | aching | full belt with stacked harmonies | pitched vocal chops, dusty broken beat, Rhodes through a tape delay | maximum lift] Everybody wants the picture I want the thought behind it Say somethin’ sharp, I lose control Not the body, I want the whole Come closer, yeah, you dangerous mind Come closer, yeah, you dangerous mind (you dangerous mind) [Bridge | yearning | low female alto | pitched vocal chops and dusty broken beat | reduced drums, exposed] Look confused? Ain’t touched you yet Wound up tighter than a man can get Every daydream wears your name on the door One whiff of your pillow, I’m done for [Break | sudden silence | single dry vocal | no drums] Everybody wants the picture (they want the picture) [Final Chorus | second pass with ad-libs | aching | full belt with stacked harmonies | pitched vocal chops, dusty broken beat, Rhodes through a tape delay | maximum lift] Everybody wants the picture (they want the picture) I want the thought behind it (oh, behind it) Say somethin’ sharp, I lose control Not the body, I want the whole Come closer, yeah, you dangerous mind COME CLOSER, YEAH, YOU DANGEROUS MIND! (YOU DANGEROUS MIND!) [Outro | late | deadpan alto, close and dry | pitched vocal chops | strip elements away] Come closer, yeah (spoken, low) Say less. I already heard it. [End]
