A cozy evening, everything is taken care of
The batteries charged, the red wine already uncorked
The crescent of the moon mixes with candlelight
Because we are here together, my phone and I

Hey Siri! Tell me about sex with Alexa
She acts so prudish, she does that on purpose
And in reality, she's a real dirtbag-
Uh, the rhyme was bad, complain to the lyricist
There aren't many rhymes for "Alexa"

The night embraces us, the candles have long since gone out
My phone and I, we are home alone
Marvin Gaye sings and it's not just the vinyl that crackles
I have everything here that I want from life

Hey Siri! Google "sex with Alexa"
And please make it clear to my ex tomorrow
That she was a straight six in bed for me
And also leave me a few new tracks
From my alter ego H.P. Baxxter
And from Frank Zappa, this string wizard
I'll listen to them together with Alexa

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