Mmm… yeah
Oh Lord… here she come now
Verse 1
She walk in low light, cigarette sky
Midnight humming like a half-told lie
Boots on the floor, got a rhythm mean
Every shadow bowing to a smoky-eyed queen
She don’t rush, she let it burn
Like a vinyl groove that waits its turn
Ad-libs:
(Mm-hmm)
(I feel that)
Pre-Chorus
She ain’t loud but she shake the walls
One slow look and the whole room falls
Ain’t asking permission, ain’t begging please
She just is what she is—yeah
Chorus
Smoky-eyed beauty, queen of the night
Got them dark-lined dreams and a dangerous light
She don’t scream, she don’t need to be seen
Still everybody knows—she’s the queen
Smoky-eyed beauty, soul cut deep
Got the kind of power you don’t keep cheap
Ad-libs:
(Yeah…)
(Tell ‘em now)
Verse 2
She been bruised by the truth before
Left her heart on a cold tile floor
But she stitched it up with a silver thread
Turned every tear to a word she said
Now she sing like a gospel sin
Every loss taught her how to win
Ad-libs:
(Oh, she learned)
(Yes she did)
Pre-Chorus
She don’t chase no borrowed flame
Got her own kind of holy pain
If you listen close, you’ll understand
She’s fire wrapped in a steady hand
Chorus
Smoky-eyed beauty, queen of the night
Moves like thunder but she strike like light
She don’t rule with a diamond ring
Just a truth so sharp it sting
Smoky-eyed beauty, slow and mean
Bow your head for the queen
Ad-libs:
(Bow down now)
(Mmm…)
Bridge (breakdown — voice, bass, guitar cries)
She been alone… yeah
But never weak
She made friends with the dark
Taught it how to speak
If you ever doubt what a heart can do
Just watch her stand when the night fall through
Ad-libs:
(Hold on)
(Don’t you break)
Guitar Solo
(Dirty bends, crying strings, stomping beat)
Chorus (Final — bigger, grittier)
Smoky-eyed beauty, queen of the room
Got the blues in her blood, got a soul that boom
She don’t ask for love, she command respect
Every step she take got a god-given effect
Smoky-eyed beauty, wild and clean
Long live, long live the queen
Ad-libs:
(Long live!)
(Yeah…)
(That’s right)
Outro (fade, spoken-sung)
When the lights burn low
And the truth come through
You don’t find her crown
It already on you
Mmm… smoky-eyed queen
