The Dirtiest Album Ever Recorded* — Vol 3 (Finale) · Track 9 · middle
Justify My Love
PARODY, laundered-double-entendre album (Vol 3, the finale). Write ORIGINAL wholesome lyrics that SOUND suggestive from the title but are LITERALLY and innocently about justifying the margins in a word processor / defending your quiet hobby. The dirty mind is the listener's — the song is clean, DistroKid/YouTube-safe, G-to-PG. Vintage register to era. ⛔ CRITICAL COPYRIGHT RULE: do NOT reproduce, quote, or lightly paraphrase the source song's CHORUS/HOOK or ANY distinctive lyric line (even the famous tag line). Suno's filter WILL reject it and it creates real copyright liability. Borrow ONLY the general TITLE idea. Invent a completely fresh hook about justifying the margins in a word processor / defending your quiet hobby. Source parodied (idea only, never its words): Justify My Love (1990).
Lyrics
Late again. Just the green glow on the wall. And the patient, blinking cursor. It's 1990. The whole house is fast asleep. I've got a document with promises to keep. WordPerfect 5.1, my quiet, steady friend, you understand the message I need to send. The right side's ragged, a jagged, broken shore. It's something my soul just can't ignore. A chaotic river, running out of true. They don't see the beauty in the line. They don't understand this quiet love of mine. From the left edge to the right, a perfect view. I've got to justify my love for you. Justify my love. The low hum of the fan in this old IBM XT. A steady rhythm, just for you and me. The faint, warm smell of plastic in the air. A testament to the hours, proof of the care. They say it's just typing, a foolish waste of time. But every perfectly aligned sentence feels sublime. Every clean column, a victory. Some people chase a roaring crowd's acclaim. Some whisper a lover's secret, burning name. My private passion lives inside the reveal codes view, making sure the hidden structure's straight and true. It isn't for an audience, it isn't for a prize. It's just for the satisfaction in my own two eyes. It's a silent vow, to bring the order here and now. They don't see the beauty in the line. They don't understand this quiet love of mine. From the left edge to the right, a perfect view. I've got to justify my love for you. Justify my love. Flush left... Flush right... A perfect block of text tonight. There. Justified.