Satan's watching nature docs (again)

Salsa Caliente Salsa Duro, brass stabs uptempo smug female vocalist montuno

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
You click to "Nature's Wonders" with that smirk,
Penguins propose as cheetahs go to work.
I lunge for my playlist - hot boys in sync,
You block me with your tail (that hellish kink).

[Pre-Chorus]
"Just one more episode," your voice like sin,
Hands creeping where the remote's always been.
I counter fast before you turn the tide -
"Keep this PG or we're watching outside!"

[Chorus]
Oh-oh, battle for the screen,
You want your docs, I want my dreams.
Truce? You'll cook me something sweet...
(And by "cook" we both know what we mean).

[Verse 2]
Now David Attenborough's narrating snakes,
While shirtless dancers pop and lock and break.
You fake a pout - "But babe, their mating dance!"
I shoot back - "So do we - give me a chance!"

[Pre-Chorus]
Your claws click buttons in morse code tease,
Static erupts in perfect harmony.
"Fine," you growl, "but when dawn's first light..."
That grin says breakfast won't be... quite right.

[Chorus]
Oh-oh, battle for the screen,
You want your docs, I want my dreams.
Truce? You'll cook me something sweet...
(And by "cook" we both know what we mean).

[Verse 3]
Documentary claims "The Birds and Bees",
While my boys grind to tropical EDM beats.
You pause it sharp - "That pelican's devotion!"
I mute your docs - "Now watch these hips in motion!"

[Pre-Chorus]
The TV glitches rainbow interference,
As we wrestle in domestic adherence.
"Compromise?" Your breath fans my neck -
"Watch both? But first... help me preheat the..."

[Chorus]
Oh-oh, battle for the screen,
You want your docs, I want my dreams.
Truce? You'll cook me something sweet...
(And by "cook" we both know what we mean).

[Verse 4]
Morning finds us - credits rolling late,
Somehow watching cake decorating shows at 8.
Your tail's wrapped 'round my wrist just so,
Remote crushed - but hey, the toaster's aglow...

[Pre-Chorus]
Bacon sizzles in suspicious shapes,
You wink - "Learned that from the cuttlefish tapes."
I sip my coffee, smug but warm -
Next time I'm hiding the remote in my...

[Chorus]
Oh-oh, battle for the screen,
You want your docs, I want my dreams.
Truce? You'll cook me something sweet...
(And by "cook" we both know what we mean).

[Outro]

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[Intro] [Verse 1] You click to "Nature's Wonders" with that smirk, Penguins propose as cheetahs go to work. I lunge for my playlist - hot boys in sync, You block me with your tail (that hellish kink). [Pre-Chorus] "Just one more episode," your voice like sin, Hands creeping where the remote's always been. I counter fast before you turn the tide - "Keep this PG or we're watching outside!" [Chorus] Oh-oh, battle for the screen, You want your docs, I want my dreams. Truce? You'll cook me something sweet... (And by "cook" we both know what we mean). [Verse 2] Now David Attenborough's narrating snakes, While shirtless dancers pop and lock and break. You fake a pout - "But babe, their mating dance!" I shoot back - "So do we - give me a chance!" [Pre-Chorus] Your claws click buttons in morse code tease, Static erupts in perfect harmony. "Fine," you growl, "but when dawn's first light..." That grin says breakfast won't be... quite right. [Chorus] Oh-oh, battle for the screen, You want your docs, I want my dreams. Truce? You'll cook me something sweet... (And by "cook" we both know what we mean). [Verse 3] Documentary claims "The Birds and Bees", While my boys grind to tropical EDM beats. You pause it sharp - "That pelican's devotion!" I mute your docs - "Now watch these hips in motion!" [Pre-Chorus] The TV glitches rainbow interference, As we wrestle in domestic adherence. "Compromise?" Your breath fans my neck - "Watch both? But first... help me preheat the..." [Chorus] Oh-oh, battle for the screen, You want your docs, I want my dreams. Truce? You'll cook me something sweet... (And by "cook" we both know what we mean). [Verse 4] Morning finds us - credits rolling late, Somehow watching cake decorating shows at 8. Your tail's wrapped 'round my wrist just so, Remote crushed - but hey, the toaster's aglow... [Pre-Chorus] Bacon sizzles in suspicious shapes, You wink - "Learned that from the cuttlefish tapes." I sip my coffee, smug but warm - Next time I'm hiding the remote in my... [Chorus] Oh-oh, battle for the screen, You want your docs, I want my dreams. Truce? You'll cook me something sweet... (And by "cook" we both know what we mean). [Outro]

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