Waiting List
Track 7 of Princess Treatment
[ Lyrics ]
No wait for me — no wait for me. Doors swing open before I even knock, Madame’s here, the whole staff knows the clock. No receipt in sight, no form to sign — they just hand me tea and say, ‘He’s online.’ Rose gold call on speaker, voice so low, ‘Make it three’ — no ask, no may I know. Leather warm from the vault, still smells like flight, every stitch a promise: you’re my right. I didn’t name it, I never had to pray, he just saw the want behind my gaze. No queue, no luck, no begging please — love ain’t slow when it moves with ease. No wait for me — black card flash, he claims the whole degree. No wait for me — Birkins lined like symphonies. He buys the row, I take the view — love’s not earned, it’s overdue. Sales director leans in, ‘He did the same for another girl?’ I laugh — ‘Not the same. That was transaction, this is legacy. He didn’t buy my love — he set it free.’ Cashmere coat in the corner, gift from June, never worn, but still fits like a tune. He remembers my silence, my off-hand sighs — bought the store just to clear the skies. I don’t need the list, I am the name, VIP in blood, not just in flame. No ‘if,’ no ‘when,’ no compromise — love shows up with shining eyes. I used to dream of waiting lines, saving tips for minor signs. Now the world bends on my whim — not because I flaunt the skin, but ‘cause he sees — — every want before the please. No wait for me — black card flash, he claims the whole degree. No wait for me — Birkins lined like symphonies. He buys the row, I take the view — love’s not earned, it’s overdue. No wait — — No wait for me… I never did.