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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She walks in like a dare
Red dress by the door
I try to play it cool
But I want one look more
She says, “Boy, don’t stare”
I say, “I’m not scared”
Your laugh hits me clean
Like a card trick in the air
[Pre-Chorus]
They say what they say
Let them talk all night
You got that kind of grin
That makes wrong feel right
And I’m eighteen
But I know what I like
When you lean my way
I lose my line
[Chorus]
Twenty-one smoke
Don’t let it go cold
Twenty-one smoke
You got me on hold
She’s older, I know
Still, I want that glow
Twenty-one smoke
Don’t let it go cold
[Verse 2]
Your rings tap the glass
At the corner booth
You ask me my name
I tell you the truth
No games, no pose
Just that soft-top smile
You say, “Stay a while”
And I stay a while
[Pre-Chorus]
They say what they say
Let them talk all night
You got that kind of touch
That cuts through the noise
And I’m eighteen
But I’m standing right here
If this is a risk
I want it near
[Chorus]
Twenty-one smoke
Don’t let it go cold
Twenty-one smoke
You got me on hold
She’s older, I know
Still, I want that glow
Twenty-one smoke
Don’t let it go cold
[Bridge]
We don’t need a sermon
We don’t need a scene
Just your hand on mine
And that in-between
A little too loud
A little too close
You smile like trouble
Then you let it show
[Chorus]
Twenty-one smoke
Don’t let it go cold
Twenty-one smoke
You got me on hold
She’s older, I know
Still, I want that glow
Twenty-one smoke
Don’t let it go cold
[Outro]
Twenty-one smoke
(hold me in that glow)
Twenty-one smoke
(don’t let it go)
Details
GeneratedJul 24, 2026
Duration3:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
Jazz-pop with brushed drums, upright bass walking, muted trumpet replies, and loose late-night swing; verse stays intimate and conversational, pre-chorus opens with sparse piano and ride cymbal, chorus blooms with stacked oohs and a horn stab on the hook word. Lead vocal is close-mic and playful, with occasional smoky doubles, short delay throws, and soft ad-libs. Add vinyl crackle between sections, a brushed fill into the chorus, and a final tag with trumpet tails. Warm, glossy, and human, jazz
Credits
Prompt byVesper_Mus1c
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
She’s old but you what they say Age doesn’t matter she’s 21 and I’m 18 I need your attention, jazz
