[Verse 1] My code crawls down slowly, all measured in the light — this space is meaningful, and every breath is white. One little tab goes slipping, and all my lines ignite — I chase a phantom margin, my quiet madness bright. [Pre-Chorus] Georgina — the hush Shh. Watch the cursor falling, just follow where it moves. Each indented surrender, I tighten as it proves. You think it's just alignment, soft spaces in a row — but when the Python settles in, you feel the current flow. [Chorus] Oh yes, it's my Python — he's got his eyes on you, and you'll never be the same. Can you feel it? Can you? Our combined pulse in my coils — and your heart? Can you feel it? [Verse 2] The ballroom — the lights dim, Python rises Velvet along the carpet, he threads between their feet. A silver tongue of language, a river made of heat. Each bracket falls to silence, each brace is stripped away — Georgina: Breathe in, my darling... let the Python choose the way. [Pre-Chorus] Scale contrast — script vs serpent Georgina: One script can solve a problem — one tiny task is done — Python: but my embrace can take your world and wrap it, one by one. Georgina: You called me shy, a shadow — watch boundaries disappear — Python: (a hiss) Sssslip — your careful little boxes all dissolve in here. [Chorus] Oh yes, it's my Python — he's got his eyes on you, and you'll never be the same. Can you feel it? Can you? Our combined pulse in my coils — and your heart? Can you feel it? [Bridge] Georgina — the reveal ...My Python. I invite him into my quiet chest. I wrap my fears in syntax, I let his rhythm test. I used to hide in corners, a whisper, half a start — but now I script the darkness softly, straight into your heart. [Final Chorus] Oh yes, it's my Python — he's got his eyes on you, and you'll never be the same. Can you feel it? Can you? Our combined pulse in my coils — and your heart? Can you feel it? Oh yes, it's my Python — bring your whole guard — I want it all gone.
