Premium version

You keep asking for the latest me. Sorry, baby, that's DLC. Golden skin with factory shine. No returns after midnight. Got my habits vacuum-sealed. Every smile professionally real. You can zoom but never touch. Luxury is overpriced enough. Mirror says, "Looking rare." I'm the premium version, no free trial. Everybody wants a little of my lifestyle. Click refresh, still can't be me. I'm the update you will never stream. Premium version, crystal clear. Looking like tomorrow every single year. Sorry, darling, access denied. You're still buffering, I'm already live. Velvet language, chrome perfume. Walking like I own the room. Every entrance leaves a stain. Like expensive champagne rain. You're collecting little trends. I'm inventing what comes next. Everybody copies twice. Then calls it their advice. Delete, Repeat, Copy, Delete. Looking for the recipe. There isn't one. I'm the premium version, Zero bugs. Built from diamond static dust. Everybody downloads style. Nobody can fake the file. Premium version, look again. I, I, I can't stay, but I remain. You're still loading, I'm complete. Whole world running on repeat.