Lyric

Cherry logic, lemon smiles

We’ve been calibrated miles

Every heartbeat in a grid

Say it like the record did

Sugar language, copy-paste

Kiss me now, but make it taste

Like a single climbing charts

Plastic fire in paper hearts

We don’t fall — we synchronize

Mirror love in standard size

Tilt your head to match the frame

Different faces, same last name

Chew the hook and make it shine

Four bright bars and we’re divine

If it breaks, we call it art

Market research from the heart

Candy future, shrink-to-fit

Try it on and counterfeit

You and I in stereo

Left and right but never close

Promise lightly, nothing sticks

Glossy lips and safety tricks

When the sweetness starts to slip

We adjust the sugar script

Turn the dial — it’s still us

Minor doubt in major gloss

Almost real, and that’s enough

Perfect, polished, slightly off