[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sipping espresso in a Paris café,
Name-dropping Sartre in a borrowed cliché,
Vintage vinyl spinning words I can’t explain,
But I’ll laugh like you’re in on the game.
[Chorus]
Velvet pretensions, a curated disguise,
Jangle-pop riffs with a new-wave sigh,
I’ll speak in riddles, you’ll call it profound,
A cryptic intention, my head in the clouds.
[Verse 2]
Mirror-shade lenses hide my wandering eyes,
Quoting French poets under neon-lit skies,
Obscure band tees and a thrift-store cane,
I’ll redefine “depth” just to bask in the fame.
[Chorus]
Velvet pretensions, a curated disguise,
Jangle-pop riffs with a new-wave sigh,
I’ll speak in riddles, you’ll call it profound,
A cryptic intention, my head in the clouds.
[Bridge]
The act is wearing thin, but I’ll double down,
A self-aware smirk as I juggle the crown,
Dancefloor pretender in a borrowed groove,
If you don’t get it, well, that’s the move.
[Outro]