The pixel specialist

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Oh, darling... you’re a proper little genius, ain’t ya?
A digital Casanova, a pixel-painted painter.
Go on then, explain how my body works
While you’re twitching in your seat with those nervous jerks.

He’s rambling now about some biological "glow"
Like I’m a walking battery, ready to go.
Says my "monthly thing" is for charging me phone
Says he’s the "specialist,"  in the female pleasure zone.
He’s seen enough JPEGs to know the design
Says my anatomy is "4K and fine."
But his hands are shaking, he’s losing his grip
The script is failing, he’s starting to trip.

"Charging my phone?" You’re a special kind of thick.
I’ve got a low battery? You’re making me sick.
But hey, "Specialist," since you’re such a pro...
Lets go to my place where you can gimme a show?
Let me see those moves you’ve practiced all day.
If you do it right maybe i let you stay.

Stop the talking, little man, let’s test your "theory."
Your eyes are glazing over, you’re looking quite weary.
Forget the pixels, let’s look at the real thing...
Step out of your chair, leave your digital kingdom, king.
Are you really as brave as you are behind your screen?
Or just a frightened ghost in the machine?

Look at the view, I open my blouse,
Now look at my heavies, you little mouse.
Check the steel in the center, yeah, they’re pierced and they’re real
Does your 4K resolution capture how this must feel?
Oh, look at that... is that a leak in your system?
Your trousers are soaking, did your bravado just miss 'em?
You’re drowning in panic while I’m loving the show
A digital king with nowhere to go.

"It’s... it’s a hardware overflow! I-I didn't calibrate for this! The... the pressure is too high! I'm short-circuiting! The connection is dropping!"

Oh, look at him go. A fatal error in the brain?
Your hands are shaking, it’s all down the drain.
"Urgent update," he screams, as he hits the hall
The "specialist" who couldn't handle it at all.

Watch the plants, expert! You’re tripping on your feet!
Back to your screen, love. Admit your defeat.

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So there he sits, the self-proclaimed king of the scene Mapping out my curves through a flickering screen. He says he’s mastered the art, says he’s "wicked smart" Thinks he can download the map to my heart. He’s telling me women are just "simple men" With softer skin and a different pen. "They breathe through their earrings," he read it online— Safe in his bedroom, everything’s fine. Oh, darling... you’re a proper little genius, ain’t ya? A digital Casanova, a pixel-painted painter. Go on then, explain how my body works While you’re twitching in your seat with those nervous jerks. He’s rambling now about some biological "glow" Like I’m a walking battery, ready to go. Says my "monthly thing" is for charging me phone Says he’s the "specialist," in the female pleasure zone. He’s seen enough JPEGs to know the design Says my anatomy is "4K and fine." But his hands are shaking, he’s losing his grip The script is failing, he’s starting to trip. "Charging my phone?" You’re a special kind of thick. I’ve got a low battery? You’re making me sick. But hey, "Specialist," since you’re such a pro... Lets go to my place where you can gimme a show? Let me see those moves you’ve practiced all day. If you do it right maybe i let you stay. Stop the talking, little man, let’s test your "theory." Your eyes are glazing over, you’re looking quite weary. Forget the pixels, let’s look at the real thing... Step out of your chair, leave your digital kingdom, king. Are you really as brave as you are behind your screen? Or just a frightened ghost in the machine? Look at the view, I open my blouse, Now look at my heavies, you little mouse. Check the steel in the center, yeah, they’re pierced and they’re real Does your 4K resolution capture how this must feel? Oh, look at that... is that a leak in your system? Your trousers are soaking, did your bravado just miss 'em? You’re drowning in panic while I’m loving the show A digital king with nowhere to go. "It’s... it’s a hardware overflow! I-I didn't calibrate for this! The... the pressure is too high! I'm short-circuiting! The connection is dropping!" Oh, look at him go. A fatal error in the brain? Your hands are shaking, it’s all down the drain. "Urgent update," he screams, as he hits the hall The "specialist" who couldn't handle it at all. Watch the plants, expert! You’re tripping on your feet! Back to your screen, love. Admit your defeat.

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