Spotlight on Fire

The night is humming wicked,

the curtains ache to part,

the chandeliers are trembling like they know a work of art is

prowling in the shadows,

ready to ignite— Oh,

the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

The velvet’s breathing heavy,

the rafters hold their breath,

the orchestra is sweating like it’s flirting with death.

Something sinful’s in the air,

something sharp and bright— Yes,

the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

I appear like a scandal wrapped in satin and delight,

hips carved by temptation,

grin sharpened just right.

I wink—

and the spotlight swoons. (ahhh)

Darling, did you miss me?

I know the world has tried,

but no one does it wicked with quite my sense of pride.

I’ve come to stir your heartbeat,

to resurrect your fright— Because the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

I strut like sin in motion,

I laugh like velvet flame,

I dance like a promise y’re too polite to name.

The stage begins to tremble,

the rafters take flight— Oh,

the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

I’m danger dipped in glamour,

I’m chaos served with charm,

I’m every wicked fantasy tucked safely under your arm.

I’m the devil in a dinner jacket,

the angel dressed in spite— And the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

Raise your glasses, raise your lashes,

raise your sins and raise your light!

He’s the king of camp and carnage,

he’s the prince of pure delight!

Let the curtains quake with longing,

let the rafters shake with fright— Because the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

Yes, the spotlight misbehaves tonight!

Oh, the spotlight— MISBEHAVES!

TONIIIIIGHT!