
Watch Me, Don’t Touch Me
Pop punk anthem

Watch Me, Don’t Touch Me
Pop punk anthem
Lyrics
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Intro – Spoken, snarky tone
Yeah, I see you lookin’.
But this show?
Ain’t for touching.
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Verse 1
Walkin’ in like glitter and flame,
You call it tease—I call it my name.
Crop top, combat boots, lips like a dare,
But don’t confuse my strut with a chair.
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Pre-Chorus
I ain’t yours to claim or chase,
Keep your hands in your personal space.
You can watch, you can burn, you can pray—
But baby, that’s where you’ll stay.
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Chorus
Watch me, don’t touch me—
I’m a wildfire, not your plushie.
You can drool, you can dream,
But I ain’t part of your little scheme.
Watch me, don’t touch me—
This ain’t your fantasy runway.
Take a pic, say a prayer,
But don’t you even dare.
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Verse 2
Yeah, I dance, but I don’t perform for tips,
I slay in silence, no need for scripts.
Don’t need your gaze to feel alive—
My power don’t come from the outside.
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Pre-Chorus
You think “nice” buys you a pass?
Go cry to your fragile ego stash.
Look all you want, but keep it clean—
I’m not your pixelated queen.
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Chorus
Watch me, don’t touch me—
I’m a wildfire, not your plushie.
You can drool, you can dream,
But I ain’t part of your little scheme.
Watch me, don’t touch me—
This ain’t your fantasy runway.
Take a pic, say a prayer,
But don’t you even dare.
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Verse 3
I don’t owe you sugar for just bein’ nice,
A wink ain’t an invite, so think twice.
My body’s not a battleground for your pride,
I walk tall—got my gang at my side.
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Bridge – Chant-style with stomps and claps
No is a sentence—get it in your brain!
No leash, no chain, I don’t play your game.
You think I’m a prize? Better check the rules—
I crown myself, I don’t bow to fools!
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Final Chorus – Loud, defiant, triumphant
Watch me, don’t touch me—
I’m the storm they couldn’t study.
Yeah, you can watch this queen parade—
But I ain’t yours to serenade.
Watch me, don’t touch me—
You can cheer, but never claim me.
I walk fierce, I walk free,
And that’s how it’s gonna be.
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Outro – Spoken, mic drop tone
I’m not your dream.
I’m your wake-up call.
Oh-yeah!!!!
Extended Outro – Slow, sarcastic, then fierce
You watched, you waited—
Thought I’d slip, get jaded.
But look at me now—
Strutting like I made it.
Build-up – Spoken into shouted line
So here’s your sign,
Tattoo it to your brain—
Final Yell
I’m not your touchline—
I’m the whole damn flame!
Hahahahaha
