(Verse 1)
Under the disco ball, he’s lighting up the floor,
Richard’s got the charm, he's the one they all adore.
Smiling in the spotlight, smooth talker in the crowd,
But there's a darker side that he never says out loud.

(Pre-Chorus)
When the beat gets heavy and the lights go low,
Richard fades away, and the shadows start to grow.
Jeffrey comes alive in the heat of the night,
A dangerous persona hidden out of sight.

(Chorus)
Lady Killer, dancing through the dark,
Richard’s got the look, but Jeffrey’s got the mark.
Lady Killer, moves so slick and sly,
He’s a lover in the light, but a monster in disguise.

[Saxophone Solo]

(Verse 2)
He’ll buy you a drink, with a twinkle in his eye,
Spin you ‘round the dance floor, make you feel so high.
But when the party's over and the music starts to fade,
Jeffrey takes the lead, in this deadly masquerade.

(Pre-Chorus)
When the beat gets heavy and the lights go low,
Richard fades away, and the shadows start to grow.
Jeffrey comes alive in the heat of the night,
A dangerous persona hidden out of sight.

(Chorus)
Lady Killer, dancing through the dark,
Richard’s got the look, but Jeffrey’s got the mark.
Lady Killer, moves so slick and sly,
He’s a lover in the light, but a monster in disguise.

(Bridge)
He’s the life of the party, but there's a deadly twist,
When the lights are dimmed, he’s hard to resist.
Richard's just a mask for the beast within,
Jeffrey's true nature is a dance with sin.

(Chorus)
Lady Killer, dancing through the dark,
Richard’s got the look, but Jeffrey’s got the mark.
Lady Killer, moves so slick and sly,
He’s a lover in the light, but a monster in disguise.

(Outro)
So if you see him grooving, better watch your back,
Richard’s charm is fleeting, it's Jeffrey's final act.
Lady Killer, in the disco lights,
A nightmare in the shadows, lurking in the night.

Lady Killer!

Lady Killer

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[Verse]
You have a drink to forget, but it don’t forget you
Wakes up in your chest like a debt that's due
Sip turns to sink, and the pink in your view
Goes grey 'round the edges like the telly on mute
You blur round the sides like a face in steam
Hold court with your demons on a mezzanine
Of cracked memories and ketamine fiends
And it tastes like shame when you rinse it clean
You toast to the ghosts in the glass you drain
Each swig like a frame in a looped migraine
Pub lights flicker like a nervous vein
And your laugh don’t land like it used to — strained
Now your guts talk back with a stubborn churn
And your texts read out slow, one eye-closed, heard turned
You’re not drunk, you’re just numb, and it’s hard to discern
If the night's still alive or it’s waitin' its turn

[Hook]
Paralytic dreams passed out - no sleep
drown out the voices when the dark thoughts creep
no small price to pay yeah the cost is steep
so, spew up all the baggage that you know you can’t keep

[Verse 2]
You kissed her breath sour with smirnoff and shame
On a seesaw slanted like the whole estate’s name
Said you’d marry by twenty—kids, dogs, the same
Now she’s just three dots when you swipe through the pain
She cried in the park with her eyeliner streaked
You said it’s just drink, but she saw too deep
You laughed like it’s nothin’, but your stomach got weak
‘Cause you knew that the bottle don’t fix what it leaks
And your mates all joked like, "bruv, you whipped"
But your throat went dry when her number slipped
And the grass where you lay had a frost-bit script
Like: "You don’t come back from a first love’s grip."
You text dumb shit but delete the next day
Then you ghost for a week ‘cause you feel some way
It’s not cool to admit you’re a mess so hey
Raise a bottle and a “fuck it” to a sky gone grey-

[Hook]

[Final Verse]
In this town, love starts on a park bench lean
Where the girls swap secrets in a cloud of vape
With warm cider hands and a dopamine dream
And the boys brag loud but their hearts all shake-
Couples form in the flicker of a corner shop light
But they splinter by morning in a Facebook fight
Hearts carved in desks, then scratched away
She’s late on a text, and he’s drunk all day-
First kisses taste like chip shop grease
And the first time hurts more than brings relief
She laughed through the tears with her tongue in her cheek
But the bruise on her neck said she couldn't speak
They grow into teens with the same sad eyes
That their mums wore once ‘fore the hope went dry
yeah Pints on a Tuesday with blacked-out pride
And they call it love, but it’s grief in disguise
The same old dance, the same cold laugh
Round and round like a broken track
From the cradle of cans to the grave out back
It’s a ritual now—no one questions that-
In this town, love starts on a park bench lean 
Warm cider kisses and a nicotine sheen 
Boys act hard but they’re barely sixteen 
Hearts on sleeves with the seams unclean-
She cries in the loo while her mates all post-
He stares at the screen like he’s seen a ghost-
They say “real love,” but it’s trauma close-
Two broken kids tryna fill one host-
The flats all creak like they’re sick of the noise
Of the same old lies from the same old boys
Pubs spill out like they’re birthing the void 
And the path to regret starts cute and coy
You grow up quick when the rent runs late 
And the drink hits hard when you marinate hate 
Mums on edge, dad ran off with her mate
So you sip to forget how the world won’t wait 
The nights come cold in a thick dense fog 
She texts “I’m fine,” then she walks her dog 
But the leash feel tight and the smile feels wrong 
And the bottle comes back like a favourite song-
He says he’s clean but his eyes don’t blink 
She changed her name and deleted the link 
But the past comes back in the clink of a drink 
And the ghosts still live where the memories sink 

[Hook]



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