S E X X X Y
Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine. It's written for pure amusement and nothing more.
I dedicate this story to my good friend, Mel-Babes who read my fic Italy Loves Pasta and wanted the lyrics to the song.

"We've chosen our songs for the album!" Shuichi cried out in glee. "I think they're really cool. We're shooting the music video for our S E X X X Y next week. I'm so excited."

"I haven't even listened to the song and I know its crap," said Shuichi's husband. He was a successful novelist. They had been married for seven long years, which had both surprised and delighted them.

"You could at least be nice about it," whined Shuichi. "You're always mean to my lyrics."

"Here we go again," Yuki said. "Your writing sucked ten years ago. There are improvements, but you still suck."

"Today is the day you're going to be impressed!" Shuichi roared. His fist flying in the air as his legs jumped on a small wooden table. "I'm in love with it!" he squealed. "Its so catchy and sexy."

"You taking the piss?" Yuki asked. "You trying to insult my intelligence?"

"Don't jump to conclusions read it!" Shuichi bounced off the table. He joined Yuki on the sofa and showed him the lyrics. "Its so funny too."

Shuichi was excited like a child on Christmas eve. Yuki knew the lyrics were going to be awful: but he had to read them to keep Shuichi's racket down.

"If you want me to read them so much pass them over," Yuki demanded.

"I'll fly it to you!" Shuichi got the paper shaped as a plain and threw it into Yuki's hand. Yuki unfolded the paper knowing the horrors within.

Verse 1
1:23 in the morning
the night still feels so young
Everybody so exotic
The music is the magic
And the DJ's got the wand

Bridge
All the crazy girls love me so much
All the silly boys wanna look and touch
Oh you dirty people are making me blush
I'll be in my room if you want a bit of lust

Chorus
We know we are H O T
Cause we are C U T E
Therefore we are S E X X X Y!
S E triple X Y
And still multiplying
We're getting HOT! HOT! HOT!

Verse 2
3:00 in the morning
I wanna dance all night long
Time feels so bionic
My crew acts all erotic
Feels good to be a blonde

Middle Eight
Haters can kiss my little ass
Lovers are sending me some cash
What you guys are calling insanity and vanity
We're calling it a crazy party

"How mind blowing," Yuki said. He chuckled and gave the paper back to Shuichi. He told him it in a positive way to get his husband in that dopey smile; just to see him get annoyed again.

"Wow," Shuichi squealed. His eyes lit up. Shuichi sounded speechless as if his mouth was sparkling. "You really love them?"

"I'm being sarcastic you moron," Yuki replied. His eyes narrowed and Shuichi hit red again.

"So you don't..." Shuichi sighed and bowed his head down. "Some things will never change. I'm determined to impress you!"

"Only people who would like that garbage are silly teenage girls," Yuki snapped. "If you're lucky you might get a hit with it. If everyone knew good music it would flop hard. I wanna burn those lyrics. They're arrogant, desperate and degrading."

"That's crushed me," Shuichi sobbed. "You gotta admit the chorus is hilarious..." Shuichi had been silenced as he stuttered.

"The chorus is the worst part."

"Can't you just lie to me for once?" Shuichi demanded.

"No." He walked away and marched into his office. Yuki loved Shuichi, but he wasn't going to let that change his opinion. Shuichi's upset now, but by the evening he'll be his cheerful cute self again.