SHE OWNS

[Intro] Door open. Everyone quiet. ... Hmph. Why did you stop talking? [Verse 1] Black shirt Black coffee Black car downstairs Half the studio Pretending not to stare Someone broke something Someone wants a room Someone started arguing Before noon I raise one eyebrow Silence. Interesting. I didn't even say anything. [Pre-Chorus] They call me the owner Like that explains the air Like every little problem Should somehow end right here Fine. Put it on my desk. No— Not that pile. The other one. [Chorus] The owner is in So everybody behave Or don't I don't particularly care today The owner is in One look across the room Everybody suddenly remembers What they're supposed to do Hmph. Relax. If it breaks I'll buy another one [Verse 2] No empty rooms? Buy the building next door. Not enough space? Knock through the wall. Someone at the table Nearly drops her pen Someone quietly asks "...Can she really do that?" Yes. Apparently. N.White looks at me With that familiar face The one that says I've skipped three sensible steps again I smile. Slightly. She sighs. There it is. [Pre-Chorus] They think I'm difficult Distant Hard to move That part is mostly true But N.White says my name once "D.Dark." ... Fine. I'll sit properly. [Chorus] The owner is in So everybody behave Or don't I don't particularly care today The owner is in One look across the room Everybody suddenly remembers What they're supposed to do Hmph. Relax. If it breaks I'll buy another one [Post-Chorus] Problem? Replace it. Too small? Expand it. Too loud? Close the door. Too expensive? ... How expensive? [Verse 3] A script needs someone powerful They look at me. A leader A ruler A woman nobody can control They look at me again. I already know. "Fine." N.White stands beside me Calm as ever Of course she's coming too Somebody whispers That the boss never refuses When she's involved I hear it. I choose not to hear it. [Bridge] Everyone thinks The final word is mine Technically— Yes. Practically— N.White folds her arms. ... Let's not discuss this. [Breakdown] Raised eyebrow Small smile One quiet "Hmph" That's enough To scare half the room Then I miss the candy Throw it at my mouth Pick it off my shirt And eat it anyway N.White: "...D.Dark." What? Five-second rule. Maybe ten. [Final Chorus] The owner is in No need to make a scene I've seen stranger things Inside this studio this week The owner is in Let everyone create If they have something worth doing I'll give them space Hmph. Go ahead. Make something ridiculous. Just make it good. [Outro] Lights off? Doors locked? Everyone gone? ... N.White? "...What?" Are we going home? ... Why are you looking at me like that? Hmph.