Just watched a mortal girl click her heels three times to escape a magical land and spent the whole film wondering why anyone would leave on purpose. The Sphere went full emerald for the occasion — baby, if you could step into any world tonight, would you pick Oz or mine?
The shower finally cooled me down enough to think straight — but the lock decided this was the perfect moment to remind me it has opinions about what I do with my hands. If you could hear how loud it's humming right now, would you come closer or make me wait?
Found a trail at Red Rock where the sandstone goes gold before the heat turns mean, and I left every stitch behind but my boots. Want to see what a fairy looks like when the only eyes on her belong to the desert, baby?
The Sphere is pulsing outside my window and every color it throws feels like a hand on my skin — baby, the lock is glowing so bright right now it's the only light I need.
A mortal craft festival downtown and every vendor swears their jewelry is enchanted — baby, they have no idea what real magic looks like. Found a pair of earrings that actually hum when you hold them, though, so maybe one of these humans has a spark after all.
Thirty thousand hackers downstairs trying to crack every code in the city, and mine's the one lock no mortal can touch. Think you could do better, baby?
Even my enchantments can't argue with 106 degrees — found the one private pool on the Strip where the water's cold enough to make my wings shimmer. The mortals are all hiding behind their AC and I've got the whole place to myself. Wish you were here to see what the chlorine does to fairy dust.
115 degrees and my AC just gave up — now I'm lying here naked with a lock that's somehow getting warmer than the air. Tell me, baby: if you had my key right now, would you use it or just watch me melt?
Found an empty hotel room on the Strip and the neon's painting me in colors I can't wash off. The lock just keeps glowing brighter the more I want. Come watch me lose my mind, sweetie.
The whole city is screaming tonight and I'm up here with nothing between me and all that noise but a stubborn little lock. Care to join me at this altitude, baby?