Trouble in pink by C_Caprie - Zona

Trouble in pink by C_Caprie - Zona

Lyrics

(Intro – whispered, mischievous)

Tip-toe in the dark

’Cause the candy tastes better

When you steal it after heartache…

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(Verse 1)

You pull up with that heartbreak grin,

Plastic halo, cherry sins.

I let you bite first just for fun,

’Cause we both know I’m the dangerous one.

Bubblegum venom on my tongue,

You like how my pretty feels undone.

We flirt like chaos dressed in lace,

Kiss like trouble with a baby-doll face.

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(Pre-Chorus)

We’re sugary twisted,

Beautifully wicked—

You say I’m your doll,

But baby, I’m the misfit.

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**⭐ Hook (Catchy + Artsy + Quirky)

I’m sweet like a sin,

You keep crawling back in—

You know it, you know it.

I’m trouble in pink,

But you love how I think—

You show it, you show it.

We break it, then bend,

Then we do it again—

Yeah, you crave me, crave me.

I’m sugar with bite,

Your wrong that feels right—

I’m your pretty little maybe.

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(Verse 2)

You’re dizzy from the carousel love,

Spin you ’round ’til you can’t get up.

I giggle when you say you’re fine—

Boy, your pupils dilate every time.

Velvet bruises shaped like hearts,

We paint our mess like modern art.

You call me toxic—maybe true,

But you taste my poison like it’s new.

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(Pre-Chorus)

We’re sugary twisted,

Beautifully wicked—

You say I’m your curse,

But baby, you’re addicted.

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⭐ Hook (Repeat)

I’m sweet like a sin,

You keep crawling back in—

You know it, you know it.

I’m trouble in pink,

But you love how I think—

You show it, you show it.

We break it, then bend,

Then we do it again—

Yeah, you crave me, crave me.

I’m sugar with bite,

Your wrong that feels right—

I’m your pretty little maybe.

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(Bridge – whimsical, eerie, dreamy)

Spill your secrets in my lap,

I’ll sew them into patchwork maps.

Lead you back to where we crash,

’Cause chaos tastes like cotton candy

When it’s dipped in all our past.

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(Final Hook – bigger, layered, more playful)

I’m sweet like a sin,

And you’re hungry again—

Don’t fight it, don’t fight it.

I’m trouble in pink,

But I’m sweeter than you think—

Just try it, just try it.

We break it, then mend,

Then fall back in again—

Yeah, you chase me, chase me.

I’m sugar with bite,

Your wrong that feels right—

I’m your pretty little maybe.