[BPM: 126]
[INTRO - female voice]
(Breathy whispers)
Don’t touch…
Unless you’re ready.
Mm…
Too late now.
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[VERSE 1]
You said forever wasn’t on your mind
Now you’re calling me at half past five
Lipstick stains on your designer shirt
You know exactly why it hurts
You’re playing saint in the morning light
But after midnight you change your type
Close the curtains, kill the phone
You only want me when we’re alone
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[PRE-CHORUS]
One taste—
You’re falling deeper
One kiss—
You’re breaking either
Every promise that you made…
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[CHORUS]
I’m your guilty pleasure
One more hit, you’ll never recover
Say my name
Then blame the weather
But you always come back for another
Can’t quit
Can’t hide
Running from your own desire
I’m your guilty pleasure
Playing with your little fire
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[POST-CHORUS]
Oh-oh-oh…
You know you love it
Oh-oh-oh…
Can’t rise above it
Oh-oh-oh…
One more confession—
I’m your guilty pleasure.
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[VERSE 2]
Your friends all tell you, “Walk away.”
You nod your head, then disobey.
Delete my number, block my name,
Next Friday we’re the same again.
Velvet shadows, city lights,
One more wrong that feels so right.
Every “goodbye” turns to “stay,”
We’re addicted anyway.
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[RAP BREAK - female voice]
No halo, no angel wings,
Still got you wrapped around these strings.
You’re saying “never,” thinking “maybe,”
Trying to play it cool? That’s crazy.
Red lights, cameras, midnight fever,
Call me your little overachiever.
You lock the door but lose control,
I live rent-free inside your soul.
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[PRE-CHORUS]
Heartbeat—
Getting louder
Eyes meet—
Nothing matters
We’re already crossing every line…
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[DANCE BREAK]
(Industrial synths • heavy bass • crowd chants)
HEY!
HEY!
MOVE!
MOVE!
Oh!
Oh!
Hands up—
Lose control!
Five, six, seven, eight—
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
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[FINAL CHORUS]
I’m your guilty pleasure
Sweet enough to steal forever.
You can run,
But you’ll remember
Every spark we left together.
One more look,
One more touch,
You already know too much.
I’m your guilty pleasure—
The secret you can’t give up.
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[OUTRO]
Tell yourself it’s the last time…
You always do.
I’ll be waiting…
Like your favorite bad decision.
AURVIA
