

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Mango on my fingers Salt on my lips You laugh in another language From your hips Palm leaves gossip Shadows on your back Your perfume’s a slow confession Thick and black [Chorus] Velvet exotica You taste like trouble and summer Every look a little fever Every touch a little drum Velvet exotica I get lost and call it home You say my name like a secret Like I’m something you could burn [Verse 2] Cards on the table But you read my palms Say I was born for danger Born for your arms Moon in the cocktail Glitter on the floor You spin me around your orbit Beg for more (oh) [Chorus] Velvet exotica You taste like trouble and summer Every look a little fever Every touch a little drum Velvet exotica I get lost and call it home You say my name like a secret Like I’m something you could burn [Bridge] You trace my future On the back of my neck Every promise half a question Every promise perfect wreck [Chorus] Velvet exotica You taste like trouble and summer Every look a little fever Every touch a little drum Velvet exotica I get lost and call it home You say my name like a secret Like I’m something you could burn
Tags
Sultry mid-tempo groove with brushed drums, upright bass, and vibraphone leads. Nylon-string guitar and flutes weave humid melodies; female vocals stay intimate and close-mic’d. Chorus blooms with breathy harmonies and subtle bongos, bridge adds shimmering strings and a half-time sway for a lush, late-night escape., exotica
3:19
No
2/21/2026