She walks in smiling, angel face,

She walks in smiling, angel face, Wraps you up in warm embrace. Says she’s chill, she’s not that type, Then reads your tone like it’s a swipe. Says she’s fine, “It’s nothing, babe,” Whole mood shifts but calm displayed. You apologise though nothing’s said, Still replaying it in your head. If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, soft and flaky, Girl next door — but snakey. Asks who liked your photo first, Scrolling deep like she’s been cursed. Says it’s nothing, just a thought, But she’s guarding what she’s got. Says you’re reading into signs, While she’s deleting half her lines. Laughs a little too long at jokes, Says, “Relax, they’re just blokes.” If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as honey, cool and cakey, Looks real nice — but snakey. Says, “Go out, I trust you, babe,” Smile so sweet it feels well played. You get there and you feel the tone, One small text — “You still alone?” Nothing wrong, but something’s off, Now you’re leaving drinks half-dropped. Says she’s done with going back, Still edits facts in every chat. Never loud, no big display, Still gets her way by end of day. Posts a pic with “no filter glow,” Knows exactly who’ll say hello. Says it’s nothing, don’t make it deep, While she screenshots what she’ll keep. If she went to Hogwarts late one night, The Sorting Hat would get it right. Not Gryffindor brave, not Hufflepuff sweet — She’d slide to Slytherin, front-row seat. Sweet as sugar, don’t mistake me, Nice girl vibe — but snakey. ⸻ Outro – Windows Down Version Sweet as sugar… But snakey. Girl next door… But snakey. Looks real nice… But snakey. Don’t be fooled… She’s snakey. Sweet as sugar — She’s snakey.