Too Fair for the Sun

Three days in town, I’m learning the streets

Smiles exchanged, and pulses skip beats

I linger in cafés, leave a trace behind

A subtle glance, they’re curious, inclined

People always ask me, “Are you a vampire?”

Nah, baby—I just bite necks for fun

Evening falls, the crowd sways and hums

I slip through the bar, like I own the drums

A brush of a shoulder, a laugh that lingers

Fingers graze wrists, they can’t hide their shivers

People always ask me, “Are you a vampire?”

Nah, baby—I’m allergic to garlic

Word spreads fast, whispers fill the air

“They say he’s strange,” I catch them stare

I tilt my head, they sense something’s off

A flicker of teeth, a taste in the soft

People always ask me, “Are you a vampire?”

Nah, baby—you’ll only see me at cocktail parties

[Guitar Solo] (smooth, teasing, slightly mischievous; mid-to-low gain, warm but biting tone; stepwise, seductive lines with playful bends and slides; light syncopation to mimic the pulse of the crowd; hammer-ons/pull-offs, occasional minor pentatonic licks, and a few long, lingering notes)

Seven days in, they think they’ve cracked me

Every corner, every doorway, eyes track me

I smirk, melt into corners they can’t outrun

Same question again—guess the joke’s just begun

People always ask me, “Are you a vampire?”

Nah, baby—I’m too fair for the sun