(Verse 1) James walks in with a silky shirt open, Talking ‘bout breathwork while the room starts smokin’, Says “drop from your head, let your body speak,” Now Susan from accounting’s crying by the teak. Candles lit, bassline low, Everybody swaying in a nervous system flow, One deep breath and the whole room shook, James just smiled like “yep… that’s the hook.” (Pre-Chorus) Release the chaos, let it all slide, Pelvic floor activated nationwide, He said “feel your feelings, don’t suppress your fire,” Now half the group’s breathing heavier than required. (Chorus) Somatic Pleasure… James got the method, Turned emotional healing into something seductive, Mirror ball spinning while we process stress, Doing trauma release in a leopard-print vest. Somatic Pleasure… body connection, Everybody sweating through self-reflection, From shutdown mode to disco delight, James got the whole damn nervous system right. (Verse 2) He says “embrace the calm” with a wink and grin, Meanwhile Greg in the corner just discovered his skin, Breath, movement, awareness, touch, Honestly this workshop’s becoming a bit much. People moaning softly during guided release, Someone yelled “I found my pleasure!” and shattered the peace, But James stays cool like a sensual monk, Floating through the room to electro-funk. (Bridge) Not therapy… but somehow we confessed, Not a nightclub… but nobody’s fully dressed, He says “your power lives inside your frame,” And somehow every week we leave changed. (Final Chorus) Somatic Pleasure… candles and glitter, Nervous systems buzzing like a disco transmitter, Release the chaos, move your hips slow, James got enlightenment stealing the show. Somatic Pleasure… one more session, Healing trauma with suspicious aggression, Mind checked out, body said “please,” Now the whole Skool group’s breathing in harmony. (Outro) “Stop leading from your head…” James whispers through the haze… And somewhere in the distance… A gong plays.