Charisma Problem (Reprise)

[Intro — quiet, intimate] Okay... I have been informed that I have a problem. Apparently it's called... "Charisma." (soft laugh) Personally? I think it's a gift. [Verse 1] Walked into the room, and I felt your eyes. Didn't need to turn around, I already knew you'd look twice. I took another drink. You watched me from across the room. Funny how the quiet ones always seem to notice you. I didn't say a word. I didn't have to. You kept finding reasons to stay where I was. Maybe it's the confidence. Maybe it's the way I smile. Maybe you already knew you'd be staying for a while. [Pre-Chorus] I don't cast a spell. I don't need a charm. I just get a little closer... And suddenly you lose your calm. Maybe it's my voice. Maybe it's my 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] You asked me what I wanted. I let the silence answer first. You looked away for half a second... Then looked back. I could tell you I'm an angel. I could tell you I'm a saint. But you already know me better than the things I say. There's something about temptation that makes the careful brave. You know you shouldn't want me... But you want me anyway. Your hand brushed against mine. Neither one pulled back. Funny how a little touch can change the whole atmosphere. [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. [Bridge — almost whispered] 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. (pause) Look at me. Don't look away. You started this. Now fucking stay. [Final Chorus — slow, heavy build] 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. Unless you want me to. [Outro — whispered] Charisma problem. (soft laugh) Yeah. That's me. Don't look away.