Pet me Wrong in the Pool (male version) (Capy-Core V)

SQUEE—SQUEE—HEY—HEY—WRONG HAND—SQUEE— SQUEE—SQUEE—HEY—HEY—WRONG HAND—SQUEE— I’m a wet loaf king in a kiddie pool throne, You tap my face like you’re unlocking a phone, Chin? Approved—yes, blessings descend— Drift one inch south—BRO THAT’S THE END Steam off my back, I’m a spa-day god, You roll in weird with a salad facade, Call me “big boy,” voice dipped in sin— I wanted greens, now you’re leanin’ in Left side holy—right side fine— Centerline? NOPE—respect the sign— I chirp polite but you misread the song— I’m a tranquil brick, not your midnight wrong PET ME WRONG—SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE BOUNDARY BREACH—DON’T TOUCH THAT ZONE, SEE PET ME WRONG—BACK IT UP, HUMAN THIS IS A HOT SPRING, NOT A DELUSION PET ME WRONG—EYES GO WIDE I WAS JUST FLOATIN’, NOW IT’S A RIDE PET ME WRONG—READ THE ROOM I’M A CHILL LITTLE BEAST, NOT A HONEYMOON You brought a brush like a villain with plans, Soft on the ears—good—STAY WITH YOUR HANDS, Neck? That’s peace. Shoulder? Divine. Why you mapping me like a treasure line? “Baby potato,” you coo with a grin— I’m a sovereign rodent, don’t rope me in, You tilt your head like you cracked the code— Hands drift south—WRONG ZIP CODE SQUEE—no—SQUEE—stop—SQUEE—HEY— CONSENT IS A VEGETABLE—SERVE IT DAILY Tap-tap-safe—keep rhythm clean, You go freestyle—now it’s obscene, I chirp in dots: “PG, my friend,” You hear “encore”—this is the end PET ME WRONG—SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE BOUNDARY BREACH—DON’T TOUCH THAT ZONE, SEE PET ME WRONG—BACK IT UP, HUMAN THIS IS A HOT SPRING, NOT A DELUSION PET ME WRONG—EYES GO WIDE I WAS JUST FLOATIN’, NOW IT’S A RIDE PET ME WRONG—READ THE ROOM I’M A CHILL LITTLE BEAST, NOT A HONEYMOON You brought a posse—now it’s think-tank hell, “Try the belly!” “He likes this as well!” Hands everywhere like a cursed parade— I’m chirpin’ alarms in a splash barricade One dude whispers like forbidden lore, “Capys love this”—I bolt for shore, Water explodes, diplomatic flee— UNHAND THE HAMSTER—RESPECT THE ME I smell like pond and sun-warmed hay, Mud on my sides in a sacred array, Petting’s a language—learn each tone, Or I squeak you straight to the splash-zone throne PET ME RIGHT—SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE CHIN SCRATCH DIPLOMACY PET ME RIGHT—SLOW AND CLEAR RESPECT THE VIBE, YOU’RE WELCOME HERE PET ME WRONG—ALARM GO BRRR I WILL JUDGE YOU IN CAPY CHIRR PET ME WRONG—LESSON LEARNED BRING ME GREENS—PRIVILEGE EARNED MUSK IN THE AIR—THAT’S YOUR WARNING SIGN KEEP IT RESPECTFUL—WE’LL BOTH BE FINE squee… squee… warm water… hush… leaf tribute… gentle touch… maybe…