[INTRO — whispered, raspy]
Mmmm...
Hold up...
What the hell was that?
That little tingle...
Run right down my sugar legs...
Heh.
Don't look away now, baby.
You already looked.
[BEAT DROPS]
[VERSE 1 — low, smoky, teasing]
Neon dripping off me, midnight on my skin,
Walk into the carnival, let the staring begin.
Black boots hit the floor, hear the whole room hush,
I don't need nobody telling me I'm too much.
Got that wicked little grin underneath my face paint,
Sweet like cotton candy, but I ain't what you think.
Cherry-red lips with a raspy little tone,
I can turn this whole damn carnival into my throne.
Sugar legs tingling, electricity in the knees,
Got a little devil dancing somewhere underneath.
You can watch me move, baby, that's your free show,
But don't reach across that velvet rope.
[HOOK — sultry, dragged-out]
You can look...
But you can't touch.
Come a little closer...
Nope. Too much.
I like the way you watch me,
I like the way you stare,
But this wicked little body
Ain't going anywhere.
You can look...
But you can't touch.
Mmmm...
Baby, don't get brave.
I'm sweet enough to taste
But I'm nobody's slave.
[VERSE 2 — playful, darker]
I got a sugar rush crawling up my spine,
Got my own damn heartbeat keeping perfect time.
Bass hits low and my hips say "slow,"
But my eyes say "careful where you go."
I'm not looking for a king,
I'm not searching for a throne,
I built this little kingdom
And I rule it on my own.
So bring your best game,
Bring your pretty little lies,
I'll read your whole story
Before you blink twice.
You thought I was flirting?
Baby...
I was testing your survival skills.
[BREAK — whispered into microphone]
Mmmm...
Don't confuse attention...
with permission.
I said you could look.
I never said you could have me.
[HOOK — bigger, raspy]
You can look...
But you can't touch!
Wicked Tip got the whole room
feeling way too much.
Sugar legs tingling,
Neon in my eyes,
I'm a little bit wicked
with a whole lotta spice.
You can look...
But you can't touch!
Back up, baby...
I said that's enough.
[OUTRO — breathy laugh, fading]
Mmmm...
That little tingle again...
Guess somebody's thinking about me.
Don't worry, baby...
I'll let you keep looking.
Just don't cross that line.
Wicked Tip...
...out.
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