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[Verse] Red lipstick on the rim, yeah, I left my name in the glass, Champagne bubbles rise like secrets I never had. He said "Stay," but I’m already gone, Dressed in gold, leaving echoes on the neon dawn. [Pre-Chorus] One look, one spark, one slow retreat— I’m not begging, I’m not weak. The night’s my stage, and I’m running the show, Smoky eyes, and I don’t need to blow. [Chorus] I’m out, out, out—on my own, Bottle service, but I never owned. Lipstick mark says "I was here," Now I’m gone, no need to fear. Out, out, out—no ties, no lies, Dance with the shadows, catch the sky. I’m out, out, out—don’t call me back, I’m the fire, not the spark. [Verse] He thought I’d crave his touch, his name, his throne, But I came for the rhythm, not his phone. Clink of glass, a crown of dust, I’m the storm in the velvet hush. [Pre-Chorus] One step, one turn, one final glance— The club don’t know, but I’ve been the dance. No apologies, no slow goodbye, I’m the ghost with a gold-laced sky. [Chorus] I’m out, out, out—on my own, Bottle service, but I never owned. Lipstick mark says "I was here," Now I’m gone, no need to fear. Out, out, out—no ties, no lies, Dance with the shadows, catch the sky. I’m out, out, out—don’t call me back, I’m the fire, not the spark. [Bridge] No, I don’t need your plea, your plea, your plea, I’m the rhythm, not the melody. The stage is mine, the light is bright— I’m leaving in a spotlight, not in the night. [Outro] Out, out, out—feel the beat, Smoky soul, and I’m never out of reach. Out, out, out—don’t call me back, I’m the fire, not the spark.

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