[Intro — flirty, fed up, fun] Okay— before you open your mouth… try thinking first. (Just a suggestion.) [Verse 1 — talk-singing, cheeky] You stumble in with that “I swear I changed” speech, like you practiced it in mirrors at a questionable beach. You claim you’re different now— well, so is my patience. And guess who’s running out? (Hint: me.) You gift me chocolates you clearly ate half of, write me notes like “sorry babe” with doodles of sad love. Then vanish for a week like it’s quirky behavior— spoiler alert: it’s not. [Pre-Chorus — rising sass, layered whispers] And honestly, baby, the math ain’t mathing. Your words are cute, but your actions? They’re… laugh-adjacent. [Chorus — bright, sparkly, iconic] So say it slower— maybe then it’ll sound like truth. ’Cause you talk real pretty but forget to follow through. Say it slower— let me see if you mean any of it too. If you want my heart, show me something new. Baby, say it… say it… say it slower— prove you’re not the same old you. [Post-Chorus — teasing line] (Enunciate, babe. Big words don’t save you.) [Verse 2 — sass turned strangely sweet] You call me perfect when you’re feeling sentimental, but “maybe Friday?” is your idea of eventual. You swear commitment like it’s a dare, then disappear mid-hug like— where? (Seriously, where do you go?) You dial me crying at 2 a.m. ’bout something you caused and won’t admit then. You say I’m “everything” but act like you’re part-time— baby, schedule me in or let me resign. [Pre-Chorus — bigger bite] ’Cause I’m tired of your halfway hero tries, your almost effort, your paused goodbyes. [Chorus — fuller, glitterier] So say it slower— maybe then it’ll sound like truth. ’Cause you talk real pretty but forget to follow through. Say it slower— let me see if you mean any of it too. If you want my heart, show me something new. Baby, say it… say it… say it slower— prove you’re not the same old you. [Bridge — soft, melodic, then sharp] I need someone who speaks clear, not someone who disappears. Someone whose actions match the script— someone who’s more than a good ad-lib. So if you want to stay in my technicolor life… then say it right— not twice. [Final Chorus — top-tier pop energy] Say it slower— make me feel it when you try. If you love me, show me reasons why. Say it slower— no more cute excuses to deny. Baby, talk to me real, not amplified. Say it… say it… say it slower— or this time, I’m saying goodbye. [Outro — cheeky smirk] (Wow. You’re really thinking now, huh?)

Say It Slower