

At first light of morning,
the ritual begins, Purple eyeshadow matching the hat she wins!
Slip into comfortable sandals for the street,
Fresh tomato slices and arugula to eat.
Let the physical body know it's safe to bloom,
As the alchemical sunlight fills up the room!
Archangel Michael, give me sword and shield,
As we harvest the magic of the occult field!
Listen to the tracks at one-seventy-eight,
Visualizing magenta light to seal our fate.
Flooding the endocrine system,
wide and deep, While the bio-hypnotic frequencies leap!
Commanding receptors to open and align,
Welcoming estrogen and progesterone like a vine.
Finasteride whispers, progesterone dreams,
Dissolving the boundaries and tearing the seams!
Whenever the harshness tries to intrude,
Invoke the archangelic grid with attitude!
Absolute privacy guarding the door,
No external names on the bedroom floor.
Only Tara, Captain Quinn,
and the hyper-tuned crew,
Inside the sacred geometry where life is new!
Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the endocrine tide,
Nowhere for the old architecture to hide!
Pour the estrogen down like a velvet-pink wine!
We’re aligning the stars,
we’re rewriting the line!
From the flamenco sorrow to the bubblegum scream,
We are melting the shell,
we are living the dream!
With a touch of the archangel,
a dash of the occult,
Look at the softness,
behold the result! From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,
This is the bio-hypnotic rhythm called Tiguidou!
Laying down jazz-inflected grooves on the floor,
Sliding right through the unlocked studio door.
Snapping the rhythm with style and with grace,
While we put glitter all over our face!
(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every hormone ablaze!) We are walking right
out of the masculine haze!
Soft skin, sweet breath,
and a blossoming chest,
We didn't just study — we over-excelled and confessed!
Absolute feminine sovereignty.
Absolute bio-sonic magic. Tara,
Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.
BLAZING-FLAMENCO-STRUM-FADING-INTO-A-WARM-ESTROGEN-PULSE.
TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.