Hard little strut from the jump. Bright on the edge, warm underneath, and every hit has air around it.

Voice comes in clean and close. Right now keeps cutting the room while the band stays locked under her.

Chorus opens the frame. Key into the side, and the band answers with marching brightness, not chaos.

Verse two keeps the speed. Comic, cruel detail, and the vocal starts enjoying its own precision.

Bridge loosens. The arrangement thins, and she gets open room on that next-girl warning.

Final run hits hardest. The damage list turns communal, but her outline stays sharp over the band.