[Intro – Slow Jazz Piano + Heels on Marble]
[Lipstick cap clicks shut]
Some women kiss soft…
and still leave bite marks on your soul.
[808 creeps in slowly]
She smiled like heaven…
but her teeth?
Velvet.
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[Verse 1]
🎶
Met her underneath chandelier smoke,
Black silk dress and a throat full of gold.
Every man in the room turned quiet,
Like danger itself had just arrived elegant.
She moved slow like she knew the effect,
Perfume smellin’ like money and regret.
Tattoo hidden underneath her thigh,
Cross earrings swing while she lied.
She laughed low and touched my chain,
Said, “Baby, everybody got pain.”
And somehow when she said them words—
It felt like prophecy instead of flirt.
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[Hook – Choir + Smooth Bass]
🎶
Velvet teeth…
Soft when she bite…
Love you sweet while she ruin your life.
Velvet teeth…
Red wine lips…
Every kiss taste dangerous.
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[Verse 2]
🎶
Penthouse view over rain-soaked streets,
Jazz crawl slow underneath the beat.
She danced barefoot while the city glowed,
Lookin’ like heartbreak in designer clothes.
I should’ve left when she said my name
Like she already knew my shame.
But lonely men and beautiful women
Still make the oldest mistakes in existence.
She kissed me hard beside stained glass light,
Whispered truths that felt too right.
Said, “The swamp don’t create darkness, baby…
It just reveal what’s already inside.”
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[Bridge – Spoken + Trumpet]
Some people don’t destroy you loudly…
They do it beautifully.
🎶
Slow hands…
Cold eyes…
Sin dressed up in paradise.
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[Verse 3]
🎶
Morning came with mascara tears,
Champagne bottles and silent fear.
She stood smokin’ by the balcony rail,
Like sorrow itself learned Chanel.
And before she left she kissed my cheek,
Said, “Baby, broken always recognize deep.”
Then disappeared into the rain-soaked dawn,
Leaving her perfume and ghosts behind.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Brass]
🎶
Velvet teeth…
Still leave scars…
Even after she vanish in the dark.
Velvet teeth…
Soft disguise…
Louisiana danger in a woman’s eyes.
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[Outro – Rain + Jazz Trumpet]
I should’ve known…
the prettiest things in New Orleans…
usually bite the hardest.
