Musical Barista girl sc. 7 Everything Best is Mine

[Intro – soft rustle, clinking glasses, finger snap]

Yeah, yeah… come closer, take a seat
And watch me closely on the beat.

[Verse 1 – smooth, arrogant]
I walk in – and the air grows thick
Even coffee pours more slick
Waitresses blush with just one glance
They dream of a fairy tale –
Well, I am that chance.

I laugh – and the tables all lean in
Who pays the bill? That's who wins.
They hand out life in coffee cups here
But I'm the one who pours the gin.

[Chorus – explosive, brass, call-and-response]
Everything best is mine –
Learn the law, don't be blind.
Power and cash – that's my throne
Pretty girls and style – my fashion zone
(Yeah – my salon, my salon)
If you're born a king in this game of greed
The crown belongs only to me – indeed.

[Verse 2 – mocking, to John]
You're a good guy, honest, hard-working – true
Reaching sugar to her lips like a fool
But flowers and poems? That's sad caf; stuff
She wants to fly high – not pray in a pew.

She stares at the watch on my wrist – hear that sound?
Her heart's already there, on my ground.
You whisper: "We'll be happy, you and I"
I just nod: "We – to the ATM, goodbye."

[Chorus – repeat, more aggressive]
Everything best is mine –
Learn the law, don't be blind.
Power and cash – that's my throne
Pretty girls and style – my fashion zone
(Yeah – my salon, my salon)
If you're born a king in this game of greed
The crown belongs only to me – indeed.

[Bridge – orchestra drops, dry finger snap, spoken-sung]
Don't blame me, baby – I'm just the symptom.
The world is built on concrete rights.
The heavier one – he's the magnet.
And you keep talking about eternal lights.

[Brass riff swells]
Rise up higher – or sit down and cope.
Here they respect the check, not the soul's hope.
While you're in paint, I'm in the cash
And the girls? They're all in my database – smash! (Hey!)

[Chorus – final, full band, even louder]
Everything best is mine –
Learn the law, don't be blind.
Power and cash – that's my throne
Pretty girls and style – my fashion zone
(Yeah – my salon, my salon)
If you're born a king in this game of greed
The crown belongs only to me – indeed.

[Outro – music drops to double bass, spoken with smirk]
Lift your eyes from your little receipts.
Take a look – who's the main guest in these streets.
Power, money, women – my corner table, you see.
Order her a taxi – she'll slide right here to me.
That's it.