Sugar-coated Magic

(Intro)

Boy...

The only way she'd be impressed

Is if you had a food truck...

Hahaha (shh)

(Verse 1 - Rhythmic, spoken-word style)

She’s pacing on the pavement, stomach humming a tune

Underneath the heat

of a high-pressure afternoon

Searching for a flavor,

looking for a bite

A confectionery vision

in the middle of the light

Then a melody starts drifting, ringing through the heat

As the colors start to flicker halfway down the street

She’s licking her lips, yeah, she’s craving something sweet

Moving to the rhythm of the rubber on the beat.

(Chorus - Melodic, anthemic, heavy bass drop)

Oh, the bells are ringing, calling out her name (her name)

Sugar in the air and she’s addicted to the game

Sugar-coated magic,

frozen in a dream

Waiting on the man behind the window for the cream (the cream?)

Drip, drip, sliding down, a smile in her eyes

She found her little piece of paradise.

(Shh)

(Verse 2 - Faster flow)

She steps up to the window,

leaning on the ledge

Staring at the menu,

standing on the edge

She says, “Tell me what’s your name, and do you have a find?Something real unique,

the one-of-a-kind.”

He reaches for a wafer,

a custom-crafted zone

A heavy-handed helping

in a golden-toasted cone

Handing over treasure

with a secret tucked inside

The kind of sugar rush

that she can no longer hide.

(Chorus melodic, anthemic)

Oh, the bells are ringing, calling out her name (her name)

Sugar in the air and she’s addicted to the game

Sugar-coated magic,

frozen in a dream

Waiting on the man behind the window for the cream (the cream?)

Drip, drip, sliding down, a smile in her eyes

She found her little piece of paradise.

(Shh)

(Bridge - Slow, stripped back, just bass and snaps)

It’s topped with the crunch of the roasted nuts

He filled up the center

with the melted fudge

She’s grabbing it,

licking it,

losing her mind

Leaving every other little snack

far behind

It’s melting on her chin,

going drip, drip, drip

She’s savoring the moment,

every single tip.

(Guitar/Synth Solo - high energy)

(Chorus - Full volume, ad-libs)

Oh, the bells are ringing, calling out her name (her name)

Sugar in the air and she’s addicted to the game

Sugar-coated magic,

frozen in a dream

Waiting on the man behind the window for the cream (the cream?)

Drip, drip, sliding down, a smile in her eyes

She found her little piece of paradise.

(Shh)

(Outro)

She wipes it off and grins

Yeah, she wipes it off and grins...

(Drip, drip, drip)

Man, you shoulda got a food truck.

(Shh)