[Death by Stiletto]
[Production Style: Alt-pop / darkwave / glam noir]
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[Verse 1 – detuned music box + ambient synth hum + distorted heartbeat FX]
I loved you to death, left fingerprints on your heart
You bled me dry—left poison on my dress print
I even wrote you a letter, told you: don’t wear white
You ran into my heel—guess murder’s in trend.
You offended the couture.
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[Pre-Chorus 1 – whispered harmonies + pulsing sub-bass + toy piano sparkle]
Ooh—no-no-no, here we go again
I’m unhinged—he was drop-dead (GEORGEous)
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[Chorus – cinematic drums + layered synth pads + cheerleader clap FX]
Oh-la-la, death by stiletto—strut in line
Every step’s a fashion crime
Prada poison, I Chanel a grenade
If fashion could kill, I’d choose death by stiletto.
(Oh-la-la, death by stiletto)
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[Verse 2 – distorted vocal sample loop + glitchy beat stutters + low cello swells]
I wore black and nearly fell apart
Left a red kiss right over his guilty heart
Told him curiosity kills the cat—
Now my fur purse purrs, killed this look.
His last look? A waste of space.
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[Pre-Chorus 2 – reversed whispers + dreamy vocal haze]
Ooh—no-no-no, here we go again
I’m a knockout—he stayed down (my LOUIS) Vuitton
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[Chorus – crashing drum hits + gothic organ stabs + stacked vocals]
Oh-la-la, death by stiletto—strut in line
Every step’s a fashion crime
Prada poison, I Chanel a grenade
If fashion could kill, I’d choose death by stiletto.
(Oh-la-la, death by stiletto)
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[Bridge – underwater FX + breathy vocal adlibs + metallic echoes]
I paint my nails with his regret
Buried the Barbie—death made her flawless.
I cleaned the mess—then wore the crime. (I’m lawless)
If looks could kill,
I’d drop-dead in her mess. (Hermès)
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[Final Chorus – pitched-up backing vocals + overdriven 808s + theatrical crash FX]
Oh-la-la, death by stiletto—strut in line
Every step’s a fashion crime
Prada poison, I Chanel a grenade
If fashion could kill, I’d choose death by stiletto.
(Oh-la-la, death by stiletto)
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[Outro – static hiss + breathy spoken vocals + slow synth decay]
(whispered) Can’t run-a-way now…
I killed for this look.
Smile for the press—red looks good on me.
No fashion emergencies—just death by stiletto.
ShellyG3
