Pretty young thing, moonwalkin’ through the future shock,
will.i.am got the glitch in the beat, MJ’s soul still locked;
synthetic glitter on your skin, hologram hearts collide,
I reboot love in 808s, pulse racing double-time.
You’re a pixelated promise, titanium smile so bright,
I’ll teleport past every fear, kiss you into neon night.
PYT, upgrade the dream—eternal youth in our circuitry,
Thriller’s legacy in a bass-line heartbeat, forever we ignite.