Verse 1 (low, intimate, controlled)

Verse 1 (low, intimate, controlled)

power ballad and pop ,Changing Tempo

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Lyrics

Verse 1 (low, intimate, controlled) You love the way I move slow, Like I’m dancing just for you. But I don’t move for little boys Who don’t know how to choose. You crave the way I look at you, Like I might let you stay. But desire without respect? That’s not how I play. ⸻ Pre-Chorus (smooth, teasing tension) You want my fire in the midnight air, But only when nobody’s there. You say it’s complicated, unfair — Baby, that’s called a secret affair. ⸻ Chorus (confident, sensual, strong rhythm) You had a queen in your hands, But you played it cheap. Now you’re outside my door While I’m finally asleep. But I don’t undress for men Who aren’t man enough to care. You want my body in the dark? Then keep me your secret affair. ⸻ Verse 2 (cool, dangerous calm) You whisper promises in shadows, Say I’m different, I’m rare. But daylight makes you distant — Like I was never there. You love me when it’s hidden, When no one knows my name. But I don’t do half-hearted love, And I don’t play that game. ⸻ Pre-Chorus 2 (slightly stronger) You want the thrill without the truth, You want the spark without the proof. You want my touch — but don’t you dare Call this love if I’m your secret affair. ⸻ Bridge (slow, intimate, powerful shift) I could’ve been your everything. Instead, I’m your “don’t tell.” You taste my lips like heaven, But keep my name out of hell. You had loyalty, passion, fire — All laid out right there. But you chose fear over real love, So I became your secret affair. ⸻ Final Chorus (strong, sensual, final decision) You had a queen in your hands, But you played it cheap. Now you’re calling past midnight While I’m finally at peace. I don’t undress for cowards, I don’t compete or compare. If you can’t love me out loud — I’ll never be your secret affair. ⸻ Outro (soft, confident whisper) I’m not your fantasy. I’m not your hidden truth. And if you ever think about me — Remember. You lost me. With love, Emmanuella