[Intro] (camera shutter click, low saxophone) Lesson one… Look, don’t touch. Flash. [Chorus] I’m the lens, you’re the viewer, keep your hands to yourself, Tease the top, tease the bottom, leave the rest on the shelf. Partial flash, full exposure, still you can’t take a piece, Merchandise on display — look but don’t fucking reach. Professional lesson, baby, study the frame, I control the aperture, you just learn my name. Click-click, shutter speed, catch it while you can, But the second you reach out… lesson over, fam. [Verse 1] Studio lights hot, fabric sliding slow, Top half first — let’s see how far you’ll go. Shoulders, collarbone, little bit of chest, Camera loves the tease, leaves the rest undressed. Bottom half next, hips in the frame, High-cut angle, still playing the game. Partial body, shadow and light, Full flash only when I say the night is right. You want the whole picture, I give you the crop, Look but don’t touch — that’s the rule, don’t stop. Merchandise policy, clear as the glass, Eyes only, mate… hands stay off the ass. [Chorus] I’m the lens, you’re the viewer, keep your hands to yourself, Tease the top, tease the bottom, leave the rest on the shelf. Partial flash, full exposure, still you can’t take a piece, Merchandise on display — look but don’t fucking reach. Professional lesson, baby, study the frame, I control the aperture, you just learn my name. Click-click, shutter speed, catch it while you can, But the second you reach out… lesson over, fam. [Verse 2] Focus pull, depth of field tight, Every angle calculated, every flash just right. You can stare at the curves, commit them to mind, But the second those fingers move, you’re out of line. Top, bottom, partial, full — I decide the reveal, You’re just the audience, sitting still in your seat. No touching the goods, no sampling the stock, This ain’t a fitting room, it’s a locked-down shop. Aussie rules in the studio, simple and clear: Look all you want… but you don’t get near. I set the exposure, I set the rate, One wrong move and I close the fucking gate. [Bridge] (beat strips — shutter clicks + 808) Lesson learned? Eyes open, hands down. I’m the photographer… You’re just the crowd. [Chorus] I’m the lens, you’re the viewer, keep your hands to yourself, Tease the top, tease the bottom, leave the rest on the shelf. Partial flash, full exposure, still you can’t take a piece, Merchandise on display — look but don’t fucking reach. Professional lesson, baby, study the frame, I control the aperture, you just learn my name. Click-click, shutter speed, catch it while you can, But the second you reach out… lesson over, fam. [Outro] (fade with shutter clicks) Flash. Look. Don’t touch. Session’s done.
