[Death by Stiletto] [Production Style: Alt-pop / darkwave / glam noir] --- [Verse 1 – detuned music box + ambient synth hum + distorted heartbeat FX] I loved you to death, left fingerprints on your heart You bled me dry—left poison on my dress print I even wrote you a letter, told you: don’t wear white You ran into my heel—guess murder’s in trend. You offended the couture. --- [Pre-Chorus 1 – whispered harmonies + pulsing sub-bass + toy piano sparkle] Ooh—no-no-no, here we go again I’m unhinged—he was drop-dead GEORGEous --- [Chorus – cinematic drums + layered synth pads + cheerleader clap FX] Oh-la-la, death by stiletto—strut in line Every step’s a fashion crime Prada poison, I Chanel a grenade If fashion could kill, I’d choose death by stiletto. (Oh-la-la, death by stiletto) --- [Verse 2 – distorted vocal sample loop + glitchy beat stutters + low cello swells] I wore black and nearly fell apart Left a red kiss right over his guilty heart Told him curiosity kills the cat— Now my fur purse purrs, killed this look. His look? Waste of space. --- [Pre-Chorus 2 – reversed whispers + dreamy vocal haze] Ooh—no-no-no, here we go again I’m a knockout—he stayed down my LOUIS Vuitton --- [Chorus – crashing drum hits + gothic organ stabs + stacked vocals] Oh-la-la, death by stiletto—strut in line Every step’s a fashion crime Prada poison, I Chanel a grenade If fashion could kill, I’d choose death by stiletto. (Oh-la-la, death by stiletto) --- [Bridge – underwater FX + breathy vocal adlibs + metallic echoes] I paint my nails with his regret Buried the Barbie—death made her flawless. I cleaned the mess—then wore the crime. (I’m lawless) If looks could kill, I’d drop-dead in her mess. (Hermès) --- [Final Chorus – pitched-up backing vocals + overdriven 808s + theatrical crash FX] Oh-la-la, death by stiletto—strut in line Every step’s a fashion crime Prada poison, I Chanel a grenade If fashion could kill, I’d choose death by stiletto. (Oh-la-la, death by stiletto) --- [Outro – static hiss + breathy spoken vocals + slow synth decay] (whispered) Can’t run-a-way now… I killed for this look. Smile for the press—red looks good on me. No fashion emergencies—just death by stiletto.

DEATH by stiletto