It's already moving at full clip—fast square drums and guitars with that bright surface snapped on from the first hit.

There are the stacked calls—それ、それ、それ—hitting like percussion on the count.

Lead voice cuts in hard and shiny on おめかしキツネさん, dressed-up fox already named.

Festival answers jump in right under her—ちきちき、ワッショイ—like a crowd clipped to the riff.

いざゆけ七変化, then the fox-bark chant piles on: コンコンコンコッ.

Back into the それ block—same clean count, guitars still holding the hard frame under the voices.

The line lengthens: 古の乙女達よ—older maidens called up without slowing the band at all.

幾千の時を超えて into 今を生きる—across ages, living now—and the low end starts to thicken under that same fast grid.

Chorus opens wide: いつでも女は女優よ—women as actresses—over the heavier underside.

キツネじゃない、キツネじゃない—not a fox—then the title bite, 乙女なメギツネ.

ヤマトナデシク女は変わるの—the Yamato nadeshiko line about changing—still riding that spring-loaded band.

顔で笑って心で泣いて—smile on the face, crying in the heart—and 涙はみせないの finishes it without showing tears.

Now it locks into a long stable drive—less jumpy, voices in formation, lower band holding a narrow lane.

Group chant slides back in: キツネ、キツネ, then わたしは メギツネ, almost like a communal stamp.

そいや、そいや—work-chant force, broken by those sharp それっ hits, festival muscle run through metal.

Reset lift: the それ chants return brighter, same pieces, surface flashing again without dropping the pulse.

Verse again—古の乙女達よ—but now it's かりそめの夢に歌う, singing the fleeting dream instead of dancing it.

現代に生きる—living in the present—and the grip under it feels harder, fusion as discipline more than novelty.

Chorus back: 女は女優よ again, idol brightness and metal force still negotiating in the same count.

キツネじゃない turns a different corner this time—乙女は、なめたらいかんぜよ—don't take her lightly.

Changing again on ヤマトナデシク女は変わるの, lead still cutting clear above the grind.

Ending compresses: 消えない様に、花火を上げるの—raise fireworks so it won't vanish—chant, lead, and rhythm narrowing together.

咲いて散るのが 女の運命よ—bloom and scatter as fate—sung out over that tightened bright attack.

Same smile-and-cry couplet returns, then 純情 乙女なメギツネよ seals the mask and the force as one figure.

Just the held ああ... over the machinery still running hard toward the edge.

And it stops cold—the room suddenly empty of the motion it had been forced to hold.