Verse 1

Verse 1 [Male] She walks in smiling, angel face, Wraps you up in warm embrace. [Female] “I’m chill, I’m not that type.” [Male] Then reads your tone like it’s a swipe. [Female] “It’s nothing, babe.” [Male] Whole mood shifts but calm displayed. You apologise for what you missed, Still not sure what you just did. ⸻ Chorus [Male] 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. ⸻ Verse 2 [Male] Asks who liked your photo first, Scrolling deep like she’s been cursed. [Female] “Just curious, that’s all.” [Male] But she’s guarding her own call. Questions why you took that route, Voice stays calm, no raised dispute. Checks your phone with subtle grace — While hers lights up face to face. [Female] “That’s crossing lines.” [Male] Moves the line beneath your feet. ⸻ Chorus [Male] 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. ⸻ Verse 3 [Male] Laughs a little too long at jokes, [Female] “Relax, they’re just blokes.” [Male] Turns her screen when messages pop, [Female] “It’s nothing, babe — just stop.” [Male] Says you’re “reading into signs,” While she’s deleting half her lines. If guilt had eyes, they’d never show — She’ll flip it fast before you know. By the time you question why, You’re defending alibis. ⸻ Final Chorus [Male] 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 [Female – soft, spoken] “You’re overthinking.”