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, Still scans your face for what’s not right. Says she’s fine, “It’s nothing, babe,” But silence stretches, thick as shade. You apologise to keep the peace, Still not sure what sparked the heat. 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 your phone lights bright, “Just checking in” before midnight. Then another — “Send a snap.” Feels routine, but there’s a trap. Says, “Who’s that girl in the back?” “I bet you wanted her to chat.” Nothing big, no words too tight, “Don’t like you out this late at night.” 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. ⸻ Reveal Verse All those times she checked your side, Turns out she had more to hide. Every doubt she threw your way, Was just smoke from her own play. Every “Who’s that?” every stare, Was guilt already sitting there. All that heat she aimed at you, Came from things she knew were true. ⸻ Break Free Verse Now you see it clear as day, Some love games just work that way. If your gut says something’s wrong, Trust that feeling, don’t stay long. Snakes don’t hiss before they bite, They smile soft and hold you tight. If it feels off, don’t ignore — Peace shouldn’t feel like war. ⸻ She’s Still Playing Verse Now she’s posting subtle clues, New guy tagged in different views. Late night captions, inside jokes, Fishing lines for certain blokes. Drops a like where you can see, Watches if you’ll disagree. But you don’t rise, you don’t engage, You’ve stepped off that twisted stage. Maybe now you’ve found someone, No mind games, no second run. Calm feels better than the ache — Truth don’t twist and truth don’t fake. ⸻ Final Chorus 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. ⸻ Warning Outro (Windows Down Close) Sweet as sugar… But snakey. Girl next door… But snakey. Smiles real soft… But snakey. Trust your gut… Don’t wait. Sweet as sugar — But beware… she’s snakey.