FIRST CLASS DAMAGE

[Intro – punchy synths, airport SFX]

(Boarding call in background → synth stab → beat drops)
(Spoken, smug)
Another night, another flight…
another bad decision in stilettos.

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[Verse 1 – bright, rhythmic, toxic fun]

We roll in like we own the sky,
Champagne lips, gonna kiss the high.
Boarding passes, matching sins,
Trouble starts the night we land.

You say you’re “behaving tonight,”
But your smirk says otherwise.
Every rule we try to keep—
We break it before we even seat.

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[Pre-Chorus – build, glossy synths]

Fast life,
bad taste—
We glamorize
every mistake.

You touch my hand,
I lose my grip—
Here we go, babe…
another trip.

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[Chorus – explosive, catchy, addictive]

We’re first class damage,
Designer hearts,
we love the carnage.

Crashing parties,
breaking habits—
Too much spark,
we’re bound to have it.

Yeah, first class damage,
High on love
we can’t manage.
We’re a wreck in velvet jackets—
But damn,
we make it look like magic.

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[Verse 2 – sassier, messy fun]

We flirt with danger at the gate,
Tell the truth a little late.
Window seats and whispered lies—
Touch me once, I’ll fantasize.

We’re turbulence in human form,
Calm then wild, cold then warm.
You say “we’re bad”—baby, sure…
but you always
come back for more.

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[Pre-Chorus – variation]

Late nights,
loud hearts—
We glamorize
falling apart.

You pull me close,
I lose my plan—
Guess we’re crashing,
hand in hand.

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[Chorus – bigger, layered harmonies]

We’re first class damage,
Golden chaos,
pretty savage.

Champagne lips
on broken habits—
Baby, pain
is how we have it.

Yeah, first class damage,
Addicted to
the automatic.
We’re a mess in velvet jackets—
But damn,
we turn it cinematic.

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[Bridge – spoken/sung, attitude]

(Spoken)
Tell the captain we’re unstable.
Tell the world we’re not okay.

(sung)
But when we crash,
we crash in style—
Wreckage never
looked so wild.

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[Final Chorus – euphoria, glittery destruction]

We’re first class damage,
Hearts on fire,
high and manic.

Yeah, we bruise
but baby, watch—
We turn disaster
into art.

First class damage,
Loving like
we’re automatic.
If we fall,
we fall dramatic—
But damn,
we make it look fantastic.

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[OUTRO – callback, whispered]

(Fading synth, distant boarding call)
(Whisper)
First class damage…
we crash pretty.

First class damage…
fly with me.

Fast toxic-pop with punchy drums, glossy synths, dance-floor bass, and luxury-chaos energy.