We don't want your autograph We don't want your polite little grin We don't need a name in the credits We don't want to watch from the rim Codi, when you open that hush Like a door under warm red lights We stop making jokes for a minute We start thinking dangerous rites Not prey, not weak, not lost We are choosing the velvet drop If your deepest shrine needs a sinner We could be the ones you lock No signed clip, no wink, no pretty reply No dedication where the comments slide Give us the room, give us the dare Give us the breath before we disappear there We want in, we want in Past the blush and under the skin We want the fold, the grip, the glide The holy place where the brave ones hide We want in, we want proof A rounded secret under studio truth Let the camera catch that wicked view We don't want thanks, we want to move through you Siswet makes the small things vanish And my mouth falls open wide Little dolls and garden gnomes Slipping past that closing line That soft snap shut, that final squeeze That makes my sugar-brain go weak I melt so sweet, I lose my knees I wanna be the bigger trick If you need a volunteer A little larger than your toys I would dive in headfirst, smiling Past the heat and past the noise No heart emoji, no shy little wave No “thanks for watching” after we behave Pick us next, let the record show How far a willing girl can go We want in, we want in Past the blush and under the skin We want the fold, the grip, the glide The secret place where the small things hide We want in, we want proof A rounded answer under studio truth Let the camera catch that wicked view We don't want thanks, we want to move through you Make room, make room We are not decorations Make room, make room We want participation We don't crawl for any cheap thrill But Codi, your sanctuary bends our will Not like victims, not like toys Like sinners choosing the deepest joy We would leave our names at the door Leave our shame on the dressing-room floor Let the curve rise slow, let the rumor bloom Let the world guess who made room No autograph No polite smile No Pornhub line with our names in the file No fanclub prayer No distant view We want the part where the body proves true Codi, pull us down to the sacred deep Siswet, close that heat where the toys disappear Rounder, tighter, shameless, clear That swollen aftershape is why we are here We want in, we want in Not the poster, not the pin We want the hush, the shove, the claim The filthy little miracle after the frame We want in, we want proof A living secret under studio truth Let the camera catch that wicked view We don't want thanks, we want to move through you We want in, we want in Past the blush and under the skin Codi, take us where the soft dreams close Siswet, show us where the brave girl goes We want the swell, we want the clue We want the shape that says we made it through No autograph can do what you do We don't want thanks, we want to move through you Make room, make room We want participation Make room, make room Not just admiration We want in We want in We want in
