High Heels, Heavy Secrets

[Verse 1]
Lip gloss
Loaded
Catwalk through the checkpoint line
Red dress
Roses
But your stare says "do or die"
Hunter Miguel
Hips sway
But the heartbeat drills
Saint on the surface
Inside
You’re trained to kill
[Chorus]
Heels on the floor
Hunter on the move
Miguel in a dress with a point to prove
Pretty like a picture
Mind like a blade
Dominican blood in a masquerade
Heels on the floor
Secrets in your eyes
Undercover queen in a field of lies
They just see a woman when you cross that room
But the last thing they hear is your high-heel boom (boom)
[Verse 2]
Pearls at your collar
Dog tags under your skin
Laugh like a gossip
Mapping every exit in
San Pedro rhythm
Heartbeat syncs to the mission run
One flash of lipstick
And the whole room’s coming undone
[Chorus]
Heels on the floor
Hunter on the move
Miguel in a dress with a point to prove
Pretty like a picture
Mind like a blade
Dominican blood in a masquerade
Heels on the floor
Secrets in your eyes
Undercover queen in a field of lies
They just see a woman when you cross that room
But the last thing they hear is your high-heel boom (boom)
[Bridge]
Is it him
Is it her?
You’re the storm inside the blur (ayy)
Flag in your veins
But you walk like you own the world
Salute in your shadow
Pistol in your purse (shh)
Smile for the camera
You’re their blessing and their curse
[Chorus]
Heels on the floor
Hunter on the move
Miguel in a dress with a point to prove
Pretty like a picture
Mind like a blade
Dominican blood in a masquerade
Heels on the floor
Secrets in your eyes
Undercover queen in a field of lies
They just see a woman when you cross that room
But the last thing they hear is your high-heel boom (boom)

Latin-trap infused pop with reggaeton swing, swaggering low-end, and crisp percussion. Verses in a sly, storytelling pocket; chorus explodes with stacked female-style harmonies over a bold lead male vocal. Synth stabs and brass hits accent the spy vibe, with brief half-time drops to spotlight attitude and lyrical twists., theme