Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Red suit hanging off his frame Lip curl That Sunday smile Soft hands Saying all the right things Eyes dark Holding back the wild Gold cufflinks Blood on his conscience He laughs It sounds like sin Pulls my chair Pours my glass Every hell he’s lived sits on his skin [Chorus] He’s a red suit gentleman Killer in a borrowed halo Sweet to every woman in the room Graveyard where the men all go Wild Fiery Wicked to the bone (to the bone) But when the night cuts through him I’m the only one who knows I’m the only one who knows [Verse 2] He folds his lies like pocket squares Tucks them where they’ll never find Plays saint Plays saint for strangers But I have seen the teeth behind He comes home humming like trouble Drops his jacket on my chair Kisses slow Like he’s confessing Every stain he doesn’t dare [Chorus] He’s a red suit gentleman Killer in a borrowed halo Sweet to every woman in the room Graveyard where the men all go Wild Fiery Wicked to the bone (oh, to the bone) But when the dark undresses him I’m the only one who knows I’m the only one who knows [Bridge] They toast to his charm They trust that wide White smile But I’ve traced the scars Counted every crooked mile He bleeds in my hands Shakes in my arms Monster Angel Both in my palm [Chorus] He’s a red suit gentleman Killer in a borrowed halo Sweet to every woman in the room Graveyard where the men all go Wild Fiery Wicked to the bone (wicked to the bone) And when his heart starts begging mercy I’m the only one who knows I’m the only one who knows (only one) I’m the only one who knows
Tags
Sultry slow-burn R&B with female vocals, brushed drums, warm Rhodes, and a lazy bassline that snakes under the melody. Verses stay close and intimate, whispered doubles and tight harmonies. Chorus blooms with reverb-soaked backing vocals and a soaring top line, guitar throws in sparse, bluesy stabs. Final chorus holds and simmers, then drops to near a cappella for the last line., slow
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
3/16/2026