[Intro – Smooth synth, soft piano, the sound of heels stepping on wood]
Come in, baby…
This room don’t lie.
What you see in that glass?
That’s the goddess I’ve been praisin’ in my mind…
And now, I’m gonna show you why.
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[Verse 1]
Lace hangin’ low, heels on high,
You stand in front that mirror like a lullaby.
But you look away—nah, don’t do that,
Tonight, I want you to see exactly where you at.
Turn around slow, let your hips do the talkin’,
Watch how your reflection moves when we get to rockin’.
Your body’s a canvas and I’m brushin’ it bold,
With kisses like paint and hands that hold.
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[Chorus – Sexy, visual, commanding]
This is the Mirror Room, baby—no place to hide,
Just you, me, and that fire in your eyes.
See yourself the way I do—
Divine, undone, drenched in truth.
I want you to watch while I make you feel,
That you’re a fantasy woman who’s painfully real.
Yeah, girl—this mirror’s got one rule:
Don’t close your eyes while I break these rules.
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[Verse 2]
I’m behind you now, body to back,
My hands on your waist, lips on your neck.
That mirror foggin’ up as you start to shake,
But baby—don’t look away from what we make.
You blush when you see what I see in you,
The way your mouth opens when I slide through.
You say “slower,” but your hips say “more,”
I grip that mirror frame and give you the Lord.
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[Chorus – More intense, layered harmonies]
This is the Mirror Room, where confidence grows,
Where your body speaks louder than anything you know.
I want you to see how your legs shake,
How your eyes roll back with every quake.
Your beauty ain’t a guess—it’s proof,
And tonight, we both witness the truth.
Keep watchin’, baby—this love is real…
And I want you to feel what I see and feel.
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[Bridge – Whispered, slow rhythm, dominant tone]
You think I’m just f***in’ you?
Nah, baby—I’m teachin’ you…
To worship your own reflection.
To love your own heat.
To see what I see…
And never question your power again.
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[Final Chorus – Commanding, romantic, confident]
This is the Mirror Room—say your name out loud,
Watch yourself take me, lookin’ so damn proud.
Let the glass catch every tremble, every cry,
Let your body testify under that sky.
This ain’t just sex—it’s reclamation,
A Southern man’s divine appreciation.
So keep lookin’—‘cause the truth is sweet:
You’re holy, wild… and perfect in these sheets.
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[Outro – Piano fading, mirror crackle effect, whispered final line]
And when the lights come back…
You’ll never see yourself the same again.
