If I were Cyber-Sultan, I’d have seven Cyber-wives, Surrounded by their seven digit beauty, shining like screens. But on the other hand, But on the other hand, So much trouble and stress— save me, Cyber-Allah! Yeah, Yeah Yeah Yeah save me, Cyber-Allah! Meredith scans the lunch like it’s a crime scene vibe, Looking for poison traces, secrets hiding in plain sight. She rewinds, she fast-forwards—got a thousand angles, man, Cold and calculated: ends justify the means, that’s her plan. Judy’s with the Moxies, steady at the ironing board, Tech-smooth, no chaos, every move is on point, no word. Calm but firm, she’s got her principles, no compromise in sight, She’ll fix the glitch, she’ll set the tone—she owns the fight. Brigitte leads the Voodoo —charisma’s off the charts, Deadly in the net, and in the bed, she breaks all the parts. A digital goddess, a real-world storm, she owns the dark, One look and you’re hooked, one whisper and you’re marked. V’s a Night City merc—her story’s in my hands, you know, Every choice I make rewrites the plot, twists the flow. Her path’s not set in stone; it bends with every turn and blow, This city writes her legend—chapter by chapter, slow. Eve from Ghost in the Shell—a cyborg lost in human doubt, Asking, “What’s a soul when your body’s all circuits and wires out?” She scans the static, listens to the silence, tries to figure it out, Between the code and the heartbeat, she’s searching for a way out. Trinity’s the hacker, the fighter, the one who knows the lie, She sees the simulation, cracks the matrix, never lets it ride. She dances through the data, dodges bullets with a smile so wide, If the world’s a dream, she’s the one who wakes it up inside. Leeloo’s a cosmic wildcard—pure power, pure surprise, A child’s innocent gaze with the force to shake the skies. She doesn’t get the rules, but she breaks them with a blink of her eyes, Like chaos wrapped in light, she turns the universe on its side. Seven Cyber-wives mmmmmm-mmm beauty, you can’t deny, But on the other hand—seven Tech Support agents, oh Seven Cyber-wives mmmmmm-mmm beauty, you can’t deny, But on the other hand—seven Tech Support agents, oh What should we-Cyber‑Sultan do? Clarity’s what we need, How many wives are just right? Seven or indeed just one? For a question like this, the answer’s plain and neat: If I were Cyber‑Sultan, I’d stay single—no regret. It’s not so bad at all without a Cyber-wives in sight, Much better from every angle Street-Harem knows! save me, Cyber-Allah! Yeah, Yeah Yeah Yeah save me, Cyber-Allah! Ho!
