GORGEOUS – Lyrics

Title: GORGEOUS
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
📱 TikTok: @louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — GORGEOUS

It’s the scream they trained me to swallow. The ache they said to perfume. GORGEOUS names what happens when silence splits its skin.

This song lives in the ache between “don’t tell anyone” and “he has a future.” It’s every time they said “you’re so pretty” when I was bleeding. It’s every bruise blamed on my smile. It’s a resurrection wearing the very name they weaponized.

Feminine means gorgeous like gore in a grin.

This one’s for every girl who learned to freeze. For every woman who took her body back in pieces. For the mirror that never forgot.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What GORGEOUS Really Is

Gorgeous isn’t pretty. It’s post-traumatic pulse. It’s mascara over memory. It’s the part of my nervous system that locked the door and smiled anyway. Gorgeous is how the body says no when my voice still shakes.

It’s not about vanity. It’s about sovereignty.
It’s the hands that wiped my own blood.
It’s the thighs that stayed clenched to stay alive.
It’s the body that burned and still came back wanting.

I was trained to disappear.
GORGEOUS is my refusal.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
“I look like survival. I sound like truth. I am gorgeous because I lived.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

They named me whore.
I named me holy.
I don’t owe them silence.
I owe my body a voice.
Still gorgeous.

🖋 LYRICS — GORGEOUS

[Intro: voices speaking]
"Why’d she get in the truck?"
"I mean, she said yes to the drink…"
"Why’d she go upstairs then?"
"Hope she Don’t ruin his future."

[Verse 1 – female vocals]
I say yes to the drink to seem mature.
Calm palms on the sink—he’s done this before
I watch his back, he’s got my glass and somethin’ between
Didn’t know that the foam on top wasn’t clean.
It burns like soap, like plastic in my throat,
He says, “Drink more,” so I swallow the choke
Now the bottle’s half gone—I let it fall on the floor
My vision blurry, my body a metaphor
On his knees, wipes it up, says “Go to the bed”
My goosebumps hurt, I quiet my shaking breath
He says, ‘Bend over’ — I wanna stand, body won’t.
Chain on the ceiling fan keeps the metronome
It’s over fast—he walks off like a ghost.
I’m not a virgin now. It drips to my toes.
Dizzy and turned blue, I race to the gate
He said he’d get me back by curfew, but I was late

[Hook]
Gorgeous isn’t a compliment.
It’s how I reclaim my innocence.
Gorgeous is what rose when my body bent.
It’s the part of me that never got asked consent.
Gorgeous is the first lie I swallowed, the mask in the cup
It’s the years I felt like trash in the dump
Gorgeous is my resurrection.
It’s the way I learn to love my own reflection

[Verse 2]
I bleed alone and learn to scrub the stain.
They say, “You don’t even know pain.”
They say, “Be sweet, be nice, others have it worse.”
So I stay still and swallow the curse.
I am bulimia inside their filtered dream.
I am a migraine locked in a caged-jaw scream.
Gorgeous means a waist and a porn-star pout.
A silent reward he can choke or shout.
I play the doll they dress in silence pink.
They call it love when I start to shrink.
I carve my name inside the culture’s grin.
And smile with teeth—I never let them win.

[Hook]
Gorgeous isn’t a compliment.
It’s how I reclaim my innocence.
Gorgeous is what rose when my body bent.
It’s the part of me that never got asked consent.
Gorgeous is the first lie I swallowed, the mask in the cup
It’s the years I felt like trash in the dump
Gorgeous is my resurrection.
It’s the way I learn to love my own reflection

[Bridge]
It wasn’t the first, it wasn’t the last
Different men, who didn’t ask
I learned to go limp,
Too scared to see what they’d do if I didn’t
I learned to answer the door with a knife
Too scared to see what they’d do if I didn’t
I learned to say yes before they’d take,
Too scared to see what they’d do if I didn’t.

[Final Hook]
Gorgeous isn’t a compliment.
It’s how I reclaim my innocence.
Gorgeous is what rose when my body bent.
It’s the part of me that never got asked consent.
Gorgeous is the lie they dressed in trust.
It’s the scream I stitched from rust.
Gorgeous is my resurrection.
It’s the way I learn to love my own reflection.

[Outro: cassette tape voices speaking]
Still gorgeous.
Even after all of it.