Slide in the dark, latex glow,
Ayesha purrs—”Boy, better break that floor.”
Fraser spits heat, tongue like a sword,
Bubblegum bass, let the neighbors record.
Drip drip, candy paint on your skin,
Choke on the beat, let the nasty begin.
Click of the heel, echo like shots,
We’re the glitch in your virtue—tied up in knots.