[Intro: Catchy 2-bar Celtic folk-fiddle riff weaving over a muted dark-electronica synth pad, crisp hip-hop percussion, and a driving 118 BPM disco-synth bassline]

[Solo Female Lead Vocal: Close-mic, soft conversational speak-singing with low-octave vocal double]

Mm-hmm, I know that look in your eye

Same old story, different alibi

(Ooh-ooh, Exhibit A)

[Verse 1: Solo Female Lead Vocal, staccato conversational speak-singing with low-octave doubling over muted synth pulse and hip-hop beat]

Saw you crying in the powder room mirror

Let me make the picture a little bit clearer

He's out in the hallway charming the crowd

Laughing a little bit too damn loud

Told you that you're jealous, told you that you're cold

Swore that you're imagining the lies he told

Honey, dry your eyes, don't take the blame

I used to wear that exact same shame

[Pre-Chorus: Folk-fiddle riff returns with crisp syncopated offbeat electric guitar chops and rising synth tension]

[Solo Female Lead Vocal: Sharp, rhythmic attitude]

He's got a halo tilted on his head

Making you question every word he said

Got you apologizing for the way you cry

While he's rehearsing another goodbye!

[Chorus: Bright, Glossy 118 BPM Disco-Pop & Dark-Synth Eruption, driving disco bassline, Celtic fiddle hook, and wide multi-layered female pop harmonies]

If you're sick of all the games that he likes to play

Honey, I got you—I'm Exhibit A!

I was the first one burned by the spark

Left in the cold when he turned off the dark

You're not crazy, don't believe a word

It's the oldest trick that you ever heard

If you wanna kick the habit and walk away

Look at me, baby—I'm Exhibit A!

[Post-Chorus Hook: Signature 2-bar folk-fiddle riff and syncopated offbeat guitar over driving disco-synth bass and hip-hop drums]

(Ooh-ooh, Exhibit A!)

[Solo Female Lead Vocal: Cool spoken-sung ad-lib]

Been there, survived that

(Ooh-ooh, Exhibit A!)

[Verse 2: Solo Female Lead Vocal, staccato speak-singing with low-octave double over tight hip-hop percussion and pulsing sub-bass]

First he puts you up on a pedestal high

Then he starts watching how far you'll fly

Clips your wings with a compliment sweet

Pulls the rug right out from under your feet

Calls it passion when he's picking a fight

Calls you dramatic when you know you're right

I kept the receipts in the back of my drawer

You don't have to take it anymore

[Pre-Chorus: Folk-fiddle motif interlocks with crisp syncopated offbeat guitar and rising drum roll]

[Solo Female Lead Vocal]

He's got a halo tilted on his head

Making you question every word he said

Got you apologizing for the way you cry

While he's rehearsing another goodbye!

[Chorus: Bright, Glossy 118 BPM Disco-Pop & Dark-Synth Eruption, maximum harmonic shimmer and groove]

If you're sick of all the games that he likes to play

Honey, I got you—I'm Exhibit A!

I was the first one burned by the spark

Left in the cold when he turned off the dark

You're not crazy, don't believe a word

It's the oldest trick that you ever heard

If you wanna kick the habit and walk away

Look at me, baby—I'm Exhibit A!

[Bridge: Stripped back to muted dark synth pulse, finger snaps, and low-octave spoken-sung vocal before the folk-fiddle builds]

[Solo Female Lead Vocal: Conversational, razor-sharp spoken-sung cadence]

Rule number one: he's gonna blame the timing

Rule number two: look at the silver lining

Wait till he sees us walking out together

Leaving him alone in his stormy weather!

[Soaring female vocal belt over rising fiddle and disco-synth build]

Yeah, the fever broke and my vision's clear

Let me get you out of here!

[Final Chorus: Ultimate 118 BPM Pop-Disco-Fiddle Climax, bright layered female harmonies, soaring ad-libs, and driving groove]

If you're sick of all the games that he likes to play

Honey, I got you—I'm Exhibit A!

I was the first one burned by the spark

Left in the cold when he turned off the dark

You're not crazy, don't believe a word

It's the oldest trick that you ever heard

If you wanna kick the habit and walk away

Look at me, baby—I'm Exhibit A!

[Outro: Signature 2-bar folk-fiddle riff weaving over the muted dark synth pad and disco bassline]

(Ooh-ooh, Exhibit A)

If you're sick of him, honey, I got you

(Look at me, baby—I'm Exhibit A)

Case closed

[Crisp final fiddle pluck and bass stop]