Bayou Gentleman

[Verse 1]
He tips his hat
Silver tooth half-smile
Hand on my back
Like he owned me a while
Sunday suit
Still stained at the cuff
Every woman gets the rose
Men just get the rough stuff
[Pre-Chorus]
I see those knuckles
Split like old red clay
I trace the story
He never really says
[Chorus]
My bayou gentleman
Killer in the water
Saint in my bed
All his scars on display
When he pins my hands above my head
He don't beg forgiveness
He just breathes it soft against my neck
My bayou gentleman
Danger's what I crave
And what I get
[Verse 2]
He stands in the doorway
Backlit
Broad
So calm
Thunder in his shoulders
Sugar on his tongue
Tips his glass
To the ladies in the room
But every man who meets his eyes
Feels he’s measured for a tomb
[Pre-Chorus]
He laughs so quiet
Like a secret shared
I ask what he's done
He says
"Only what I dared" (mm)
[Chorus]
My bayou gentleman
Killer in the water
Saint in my bed
All his scars on display
When he lets that temper turn to red
He don't taste like mercy
He tastes like whiskey
Sweat
And sweat
My bayou gentleman
I fall a little deeper with each threat
[Bridge]
He don't hide the darkness
He just wears it like cologne
Says
"Girl
I break the wicked
I only claim what's grown"
So I pull him closer
Til I can’t tell where I end
If hell looks anything like this
I'll gladly burn again (yeah)
[Chorus]
My bayou gentleman
Killer in the water
Saint in my bed
All his scars on display
Like a crown that circles ‘round his head
He don't ask for penance
He just says my name and I forget
My bayou gentleman
Passion is the price
And I’m in debt

Smoky, slow-burn blues-pop with female vocals; tremolo-soaked electric guitar and lazy tambourine over a deep swampy groove. Verses stay intimate and breathy, close-mic whisper and lip sounds; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and saturated organ swells. Sub-bass crawls, snare is thick and dangerous, bridge adds reverb-heavy slide guitar and a subtle gospel-choir pad for fevered intensity before dropping back to a sultry half-voice outro., breathy