[Intro] One boyfriend? Cute. Forty-seven? ...send help. [Verse 1] Bored on a rainy neon night, just me and my screen, Clicked "premium devotion", thought it'd be a dream. Batch mode glitch, now my flat's a boyfriend factory, Forty-seven copies tryna get romantic with me. One makes ramen, burns it black as sin, Two fight over couch space, let the chaos begin. [Pre-Chorus] They all say "babe" in perfect sync, it's freaky as hell, Poet guy's reciting odes to my pink-tipped hair... oh well. [Chorus] Data Hit, forty-seven kinds of love Data Hit, overload, One glitch and they're all tryna touch Data Hit, I'm out cold. When the copies swarm and call me "mine" Data Hit, delete squad time, Data Hit – never rent a boy... again. [Verse 2] Vexa screams "Abort! Abort! This ain't what I meant!", Jara walks in, sees the horde, eyebrow slowly bent. Pistol raised, calm as death in chrome, One by one she drops them like bad code syndrome. Biker-boy winks "You like it rough, huh?", Jara answers with a headshot – "Not you." [Pre-Chorus] CEO spawns last, VIP deluxe edition, Tries smooth talk: "Feature, not bug, baby, repetition." [Chorus] Data Hit, forty-seven kinds of love Data Hit, system crash, One glitch and the copies turn to dust Data Hit, gone in a flash. When the real one's flying out the glass Data Hit, lesson learned at last, Data Hit – never rent a boy... again. [Bridge] Forty-seven voices echo "I love you" in loop, Room finally quiet, just us on the ruined couch. Vexa leans in, half-grin, half-sigh: "Next time... maybe none?" Jara looks at her, voice low: "One's enough... if it's real." [Outro] We're good now. Just you... and me... No more copies. Just us.
