8-Bit Morning

It's an 8-bit day, I can be your Mega Man/
We could push through whatever hurts, measure it in Megahurtz/
She wanna Rock and Roll, Rush to the megabytes/
Looking like a fly Ninja Gaiden in some leather tights/
Stalked her like a Sphinx in the grass/
Said, "I can free you from your dungeon, be your Link to the Past"/
Or I can walk past, that could be the end of it/
She shot me through the heart, on some Duck Hunt Nintendo shit/
Caught me using cheat codes, now she Bruce Lee with kendo sticks/
Tried to build with her, like a Tetris-trained architect/
But she slept on me like a Tempur-pedic narcolept/
Thought I worked quick like, "Get ready, on your mark, get set"/ Go
Figure, she had me looking Up, Down, Left, Right - point A to B - right back to Start, Select/
She had me feeling like Low G-Man, floating/
But now it's Game Over, no continues, last token/