Neon nights in Chicago, moon’s doing the slide,

I lace my boots with silver, heartbeat synched to the ride.

Wind off the lake whispers “thriller” in every shadow and sign,

I moonwalk the El tracks, sparks kissing my shoes like wine.

Skyline’s a mirror, I’m dancing with the ghost of the past,

Every beat of the city sings “you were built to outlast.”

From South-Side soul to that North-Spark gold,

I spin the world on a glittering chord—Chicago, never cold.

Diamond lashes caught in the flash, I’m your violet-eyed escape

Silk scandal whispered down the Riviera, every scandal is a take

I marry the thunder, wear the crash—camera gods adore my ache

From National Velvet to the ruin of Rome, I bloom louder than the break

Press the pearls to my pulse, feel the foxfire in my veins ignite

I die in technicolor, resurrect in tabloid light, forever midnight

Saint-sinner, I kiss like a script and leave like a legend on the wind

They’ll carve my name across the sky—Elizabeth, unchained, unpinned