In "the show," Haiden Henderson turns a relationship into a performance built on mutual hunger and public display. The couple feeds on being watched, from a hand under the table at dinner to a bite on the metro, because their desire sharpens when an audience sees who belongs to whom. Possessiveness becomes affection, and leaving a mark is a gift rather than a wound. The repeated craving for more suggests an appetite that never quite settles, even as the thrill of exposure keeps pulling them back together.
the show Lyrics by Haiden Henderson
When I get a little toxic
I just wanna make you proud
I know you love it
I know you, oh
I’m infected with a hunger
I don’t wanna slow down
Let’s make this public
Let’s make them, oh
Eat out every night
Hand under the plate, between your thighs
Lost my appetite
Later waiter, gotta catch a ride
Bite your neck on the metro
Turning heads, innuendo
Don’t care if it’s the right time
I’ll show ’em you’re mine, mine
Leave my mark, your momento
Let them watch through the window
Don’t care if it’s the right time
I’ll show ’em you’re mine, mine
I want it
I want it, I
I want it
I want it, I
You like it when I get possessive
I like it when we got a crowd
They should be paying
To see the show
You know I love it when you arch like that
Tell me you love it with just your back
We can do it on the phone
One, two, three, leave your message at the moan
Eat out every night
Hand under the plate, between your thighs
Lost my appetite
Later waiter, gotta catch a ride
Bite your neck on the metro
Turning heads, innuendo
Don’t care if it’s the right time
I’ll show ’em you’re mine, mine
Leave my mark, your momento
Let them watch through the window
Don’t care if it’s the right time
I’ll show ’em you’re mine, mine
I want it
I want it, I
I want it
I want it, I
(I want it)
(I want it, I)
(I want it)
(I want it, I)
Leave my mark, your momento
Let them watch through the window
