[Intro] Okay... I have been informed that I have a problem. Apparently it's called... "Charisma." Personally? I think it's a gift. [Verse 1] Walked into the tavern, armor shining in the light, Red hair falling down my back, looking fucking right. I only ordered whiskey, I was minding my own way, Then three girls started staring like they wanted me to stay. One asked if I'm single, One asked if I'm free, One whispered something filthy... And honestly? Good for me. I smiled across the table, She forgot what she was saying, I leaned a little closer... Now she's staring at my lips instead of praying. She asked me if I'm trouble, I said, "Only if you like." She bit her lower lip and said, "Maybe you're my type." I laughed and raised my whiskey, She moved a little near. I said, "You sure you want this?" She whispered, "Why are you still asking, dear?" [Pre-Chorus] I don't cast a spell, I don't need a charm, I just walk into the room And somebody loses their calm. Maybe it's the confidence, Maybe it's the eyes, Maybe when I walk away... You watch me from behind. [Chorus] I've got a charisma problem, Baby, what can I say? I walk in looking dangerous, You look at me that way. I've got a charisma problem, And I know you like the view. I give you one little smile... And suddenly you want me too. I've got a charisma problem, It's a beautiful disease. I make the room go quiet With a little fucking tease. I've got a charisma problem, And maybe that's just me. If you're already staring... Come a little closer and see [Verse 2] I tried to give a sermon, talk about the righteous way, Half the room was watching me instead of what I'd say. I talked about devotion, talked about divine decree, Then somebody in the back said, "Lady, preach to me." I laughed and kept on talking, But I knew exactly why. It's hard to hear a sermon When you're staring at my thighs. I walked beside the barmaid, She kept looking my way, I caught her little smile And decided I should stay. She poured another whiskey, Then leaned against my side, Her fingers traced my armor While I tried not to smile. She had that dangerous look, I had that wicked grin, One little touch, one little tease... And suddenly I'm pulling her in. [Pre-Chorus] I don't need enchantment, I don't need a spell, I know exactly what I'm doing... And I do it very well. Maybe it's my voice, Maybe it's my grin, Maybe when I say "behave yourself"... You want to misbehave again. [Chorus] I've got a charisma problem, Baby, what can I say? I walk in looking dangerous, You look at me that way. I've got a charisma problem, And I know you like the view. I give you one little smile... And suddenly you want me too. I've got a charisma problem, It's a beautiful disease. I make the room go quiet With a little fucking tease. I've got a charisma problem, And maybe that's just me. If you're already staring... Come a little closer and see [Verse 3] Found her by the shoreline underneath the moon, She had that kind of smile that makes a girl swoon. I walked a little closer, she didn't move away, So I took that as permission to make her night my way. Her fingers found my armor, Mine slipped around her waist, She looked me in the eyes With that wicked little taste. We laughed beneath the starlight, The tide was rolling in, She kissed me like a challenge... So naturally, I kissed her back again. I know exactly what I want, I know the games I play, Sometimes I lead the dance... Sometimes I let her have her way. [Bridge] I can talk. I can tease. I can get down on my knees... For prayer. Obviously. What did you think I meant? I know I'm pretty. I know I'm trouble. I know that little smile Just made your heartbeat double. I can be your angel, I can be your sin. I can tell you to behave... While I'm pulling you back in. [Breakdown] Look at me. Don't look away. You started this. Now fucking stay. [Final Chorus] I've got a charisma problem, And I'm finally gonna say it: Yeah, I know I'm beautiful. Yeah, I fucking play it. I've got a charisma problem, And maybe that's my curse. I can save the world by morning... Then make your evening worse. I've got a charisma problem, And I'm not ashamed tonight. Holy sword, crimson hair, And a body built just right. I've got a charisma problem, So if you're staring, that's okay. Come a little closer, baby... I promise I don't bite. ...Too hard. [Final] Charisma problem. Like, obviously. Charisma problem. What? It's a thing. Charisma problem. Yeah, that's me. I'm cute. I'm confident. And, like... Subtlety? Never heard of her.
