Verse 1
City glow softens the edge of distance,
glass reflections bending what is real.
Every surface holds a quieter version
of something neither side would reveal.
Perfume lingers like unfinished language,
heels translate rhythm into thought.
Nothing here demands an explanation,
still every detail feels deliberate, not.
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Pre-Chorus
No sudden spark, just measured design,
time reshaping under low light lines.
Every second leans without a sound,
as if gravity turns itself around.
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Chorus
Sexy isn’t something loud or obvious,
not a statement made to be seen.
Sexy lives in the quiet precision
of everything kept in between.
Sexy feels like controlled intention,
not a moment chasing display.
More like a current beneath perception
that pulls everything its way.
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Verse 2
Neon halos blur the line of focus,
truth grows softer in passing light.
Every glance edits the conversation
into something that avoids outright.
Shadows stretch into longer meanings,
time slows down without asking why.
Nothing here pretends to be certain,
still it refuses to pass by.
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Pre-Chorus
No collision, just subtle shift,
no declaration, still something lifts.
Every silence carries weight,
just enough to hesitate.
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Chorus
Sexy isn’t something loud or obvious,
not a statement made to be seen.
Sexy lives in the quiet precision
of everything kept in between.
Sexy feels like controlled intention,
not a moment chasing display.
More like a current beneath perception
that pulls everything its way.
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Bridge
Maybe clarity was never the purpose,
maybe structure only confines.
Every moment finds its direction
when instinct replaces design.
Not a question, not resolution,
just a rhythm settling in.
What feels simple carries complexity
once the noise grows thin.
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Final Chorus
Sexy moves without needing language,
never forced into definition.
Sexy holds its own gravity
through absence of repetition.
Sexy lingers in quiet alignment,
never reaching, still arrives.
More than presence, more than distance,
something felt, not described.
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Outro
Night exhales into softer silence,
light dissolves but leaves a trace.
What remains avoids description,
still it never fades.
_NyraNoir_
