Narrative folk-rock / dark fairy-tale song with oriental undertone and anime opening energy. Slightly faster, more dynamic tempo than a standard folk reel (driving 6/8 or energetic 4/4), playful momentum, forward push. Instrumentation blends medieval folk elements (fiddle, flute/whistle, hand drums, subtle hurdy-gurdy) with rock accents (tight drums, restrained electric guitar) and warm atmospheric layers.
Single male vocal performance with highly variable range: fluid shifts between low, grounded, seductive tones and higher, lighter, almost teasing or androgynous phrases. Voice plays deliberately with pitch, texture, and attitude as a form of control and provocation. Confident, dominant without force, playful with expectations. Occasional spoken or half-sung lines. Sensual, mocking, sharp, intimate. Mood balances charm, danger, smoke, color, and motion. Feels alive, flirtatious, untamed, mythic but modern.
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Lyrics
Intro (spoken, amused, close)
They think flowers belong to girls.
Strange how that idea keeps coming back.
They only bloom for those
who don’t flinch when thorns answer back.
Verse 1
They call me soft
because my mouth is red
because my hands know how to linger
because my name confuses them
They say it like an accusation
say it like a warning sign
as if beauty ever meant permission
as if pretty ever meant kind
I let them stare
I let them guess
I let them trip on what they see
I’m not weak
I’m not clean
I’m just not the shape they ordered me to be
Pre-Chorus
I don’t need to shout to lead
I don’t need to break to win
I smile, I wait
and choose the moment
when the honey turns to sting
Chorus
Call me flower, call me girl
say it slow if it helps you sleep
Oh, you think I’m jasmine—
oh no.
You’re wrong.
I’m Yasmin.
I’m a bee-eater in the sun
sweet on my tongue, sharp in my teeth
You want white
you want pure
you want something you can save
I am smoke that stays
and still outlasts the flame
(echo / half-spoken)
Yasmin.
Say it right.
Verse 2
I wear amethyst like memory
smoke quartz like habit, not escape
my jewelry makes noise when I move
presence isn’t meant to behave
My skin learned order before desire.
Clean enough to fool the world.
And God still sees every want I carry.
They taught me love was dangerous
they taught me touch was debt
now they’re surprised I choose my closeness
and never counterfeit regret
Pre-Chorus 2
I know my limits
I feel them under my skin
sometimes I step beyond them
just to feel myself breathing in it
Chorus (Variation)
Call me flower, call me girl
mistake my softness for a door
Oh, you think I’m jasmine—
that sweet little myth you adore.
I’m Yasmin.
Here in my body.
And it’s mine.
I don’t bruise bodies
I ruin narratives
and leave them wanting more
Honey drips
no blood spilled
I don’t need to raise my hand
I bend the room with my attention
(whispered ad-lib)
Yasmin.
Not yours.
Bridge (spoken / half-sung, mocking)
They read my name and think innocence.
They see my face and think permission.
They hear my username — Kriech-tier —
and still don’t get it.
I’m not the one crawling.
I’m the mirror
you looked into
and couldn’t hold the stare.
Verse 3
I braid my hair into my gifts
when I want someone to stay
a warmth that follows them
long after I leave
I don’t fear being held
I fear the paperwork of love
divorce in every adult voice
that ever taught me what breaks us up
Then there’s him
quiet skin
eyes that don’t ask to own
I touched him once —
and learned how expensive closeness becomes
when it already belongs somewhere else
Final Chorus
Call me sinner, call me wrong
call me haram under breath
Oh, you think I’m jasmine—
soft, untouched, easy to bless.
I’m Yasmin.
I choose where I place my tenderness.
I stay when I want.
I leave when it’s time.
I am smoke
I am color
I am what you couldn’t be
(final echo, low)
Yasmin.
Outro (soft, honest, almost regretful)
I don’t stay long.
Except once.
And that was enough
to ruin me beautifully.
