snakey

Verse 1 She walks in smiling, angel face, Wraps you up in warm embrace. Says “I’m chill, I’m 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 for what you missed, Still not sure what you just did. ⸻ 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, soft and flaky… Girl next door — but snakey. ⸻ Verse 2 Asks who liked your photo first, Scrolling deep like she’s been cursed. Says “Just curious, that’s all,” 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. Says “that’s crossing lines,” real sweet, Moves the line beneath your feet. ⸻ 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 honey, cool and cakey… Looks real nice — but snakey. ⸻ Verse 3 Laughs a little too long at jokes, Says “Relax, they’re just blokes.” Turns her screen when messages pop, Says “It’s nothing, babe — just stop.” 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 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 Chant Sweet as sugar… but snakey. Talks real soft… but snakey. Looks all calm till the plot gets shaky. Nice girl energy… but snakey. You won’t see it till it’s too late — Sweet as sugar… she’s snakey.