[Verse 1] Studio lights flashing bright in our eyes Suit and tie polished, fielding replies Host leans across with a mischievous grin Prying through the roles that I haven't been in "Tell me, Yohei, with that look on your face— Ever thought of acting in a lovers' embrace? A Boys' Love script on the silver screen?" [Pre-Chorus] I part my lips to give a measured reply About the craft and the art passing by Before a single syllable leaves my tongue A heavy red storm has already begun [Chorus] He cuts right in with a thunderous "NO!" ( "NO!") Wags his heavy finger for the camera show ( "NO!") Turns his fierce gaze right to my side Third time’s the charm with nowhere to hide ("NO!") Triple rejection, broadcast on the air The most possessive king in the interview chair [Verse 2] Audience howling, the host starts to laugh Tearing my calm public image in half Two meters of muscle leaning right in Marking his territory under my chin Red hair flaring like a blazing alert Terrified somebody else might flirt [Bridge] "Is there really no room to negotiate, Champion?" "Not a chance in hell. He’s mine on and off the set." "Alright, alright... I got the message." [Chorus] He cuts right in with a thunderous "NO!" ("NO!") Wags his heavy finger for the camera show ("NO!") Turns his fierce gaze right to my side Third time’s the charm with nowhere to hide ("NO!") Triple rejection, broadcast on the air The most possessive king in the interview chair [Outro] Three clear "No"s in under ten seconds... Guess my co-star roster is officially closed forever.
