[Intro]
Midnight grace.
Midnight grace.
Eyes down.
Eyes down.
Do not touch.
Unauthorized.
Floor bows now.
Get low.

She’s active.
Room locked.
You breathe slow.
Do not talk.
Her pace only.
No override.
Her room now.
All complied.

Hands off. No contact.
Price tag redline, you can’t match that.
Eyes front. Chin down.
If you’re not cleared, don’t come around.

Midnight grace in effect.
She don’t wait — she resets.
Cold pulse, no glitch in the scan.
No heartbeat read on cam.

Say my tag slow: “midnight grace.”
Say it clean, not loud in my face.
If you step close, that’s payroll now.
If I say “stay,” you lock right now.

Perfume print on a marble floor,
sweet in the voice but the stance is steel.
No crown on and the door still opens —
say it quiet: you know the deal.

[Verse 1]
Trace the air with a ballroom line,
turn that whisper, seal it mine.
Lip-gloss orders on your skin,
soft-voice welcome: let the night begin.
Guard on glass by the mirrored wall,
808 heartbeat under it all.
One short look and the whole hall bows,
power right here, not “one day” vows.
Marble glow, champagne breath —
say it proper, watch ’em all reset.

[Pre-Chorus]
Lean close — keep quiet.
No flash. Stay private.
Breathe slow. Hold steady.
If I say “stay,” be ready.
Hand to hand, that’s clearance.
Slow spin, no appearance.
No rush. No scene. Just follow.
You move on my say-so.

[Chorus]
Call me midnight grace in the ballroom,
soft-spoken rule and I hush the room.
Low light, slow sway, perfect balance,
warm 808 in a velvet palace.
Guest list law in a private key,
signature scent, signed by me.
If you say my name, keep it light —
I run the pace of the waltz tonight.

[Verse 2]
Whole hall tilts when she cuts that arc,
808 bloom in a candle dark.
Glove half-raised — that’s “do not speak.”
Side glance once and the floor goes weak.
She walked in, first row stood,
headline mouths all swallowed good.
Cold calm, zero shake in the glass —
all prior royalty moved to the back.

Glass-ring echo on a marble floor,
fingerprint left on a painted door.
Bookmark saved in a hostess file,
quiet little threat in a ballroom smile.

I say stand here, face there, breathe slow.
I say who steps in, who stays low.
Break one code, you’re off tonight.
Simple. Quiet. Out of sight.

[Pre-Chorus]
Lean close — keep quiet.
No flash. Stay private.
Hands down. Hold steady.
If I say “stay,” be ready.
No rush. No scene. Follow.
Move when I say so.

[Final Chorus]
Call me midnight grace in the ballroom,
soft-spoken rule and I hush the room.
Low light, slow sway, perfect balance,
warm 808 in a velvet palace.
Guest list law in a private key,
signature scent, signed by me.
Say my name soft, say it right —
I run the pace of the waltz tonight.

[Outro]
Access sealed. Lights low.
Keep line. Move slow.
Case closed. Floor clear.
Ballroom mine. End here.