Too Striking

Walk in, lights hit just right,

Every head turns like they rehearsed it.

Cool smile, lips glossed bright—

I don’t try, I know I’m worth it.

Hair down, silver on my neck,

Confidence drips like perfume.

They double-take with every step,

Yeah, I’m the problem in the room.

I don’t chase attention—

It chases me instead.

Don’t blame me if your girl’s

Watching everything I did.

I’m too striking, let ’em talk,

Too pretty not to stare when I walk.

If they’re jealous, that’s their issue—

I’m the standard, not the one they compare to.

Too striking, oh, it’s true—

But only one gets close, and that’s you.

High heels, sharp silhouette,

Confidence wrapped up in black.

Don’t care ’bout who I might upset—

If they’re bitter, that’s on them, not on my back.

Eyes lock, they lose their breath,

I see the envy in their face.

Pretty things can be a threat—

I wear it proudly like a waist chain.

I don’t beg for praise—

It falls at my feet.

I don’t ask to be adored—

It’s automatic when I speak.

I’m too striking, let ’em talk,

Too pretty not to stare when I walk.

If they’re jealous, that’s their issue—

I’m the standard, not the one they compare to.

Too striking, oh, it’s true—

But only one gets close, and that’s you.

I’m not sorry that I shine—

They’d kill to have this look of mine.

Confidence is by design,

And I wear it like a warning sign.

I’m too striking—cry about it.

Too pretty—don’t doubt it.

If they want the smoke, I’ll light it—

But they can’t touch, I’m too ignited.

Let them whisper, let them stew—

Cause only one gets close, and that’s you.