Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Bryan]
Lights up, Ms. Lively—let’s set the scene,
You claimed “private pain”… then ran to a magazine.
PR hit send like it’s brunch at ten,
Funny how justice starts with your glam pen.
“I just wanted to be heard,” you cried,
Then booked Sephora before you even replied.

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[Blake – PR mode]
I just believe in… amplifying stories…
and maybe using wellness gloss as allegories?

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[Verse 2 – Bryan]
47.1—ring any bells?
You wanted control, then rang victim bells.
Called it “abuse” after the throne was denied,
Then sobbed through mist while Pilates supplied.
Said you were “traumatized,” couldn’t be seen—
But somehow had time for your skincare routine?

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[Blake – Retail Panic]
Healing’s nonlinear… and mists are medicinal?

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🎵 [Chorus – “Without Teeth” (Flirty & Ball-Busting)]

🎶 “Without teeth,” but flirty and bold,
Ball-busting lines in a lawsuit mold.
If he said that, he’d be gone by noon,
But you? It’s “empowered”—drops in June.

🎶 “Without teeth,” you typed with pride,
“I’ll act it out,” with press on your side.
Spicy’s your language, sure—that’s sweet,
Until it’s a claim when you face defeat.

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[Verse 3 – Bryan]
Let’s pull receipts—from your own damn screen:
“Yummy and flirty, never with teeth,”
“I’ll act it out”—is that part of the brief?
If Baldoni wrote that, you’d call the law,
But you? It’s cute. A double standard flaw.

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[Blake – deflecting]
It’s… playful! Just… actor-speak. Maybe improv?

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[Verse 4 – Bryan]
You demanded reports, subpoenas galore,
But dipped the second they showed you the door.
Called for SH reviews—then fled,
Justice isn’t real when you’re duckin’ your thread.
You want all the files—but never your own,
Just hashtags and headlines for your borrowed throne.

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[Blake – crumbling]
I’m emotionally… unavailable for accountability?

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[Verse 5 – Bryan]
Justin’s not first—let’s name Swift,
Bestie on brand, then “drifted” quick.
You used her light, then let it dim,
But loyalty fades when the spotlight’s slim