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(ooh) Late light on the table
Hands around a cooling cup
You lean in slow,
let the room breathe first Small talk folding into something warm I
trace the beat with the edge of my glass
You smile low, and the whole floor softens No need to rush
what already moves
We got time in the back of the bar
Stay right here in the pocket with me
Let it ride, let it ride nice and easy
When your eyes meet mine,
it all swings free We can move like smoke in a slow
blue room
Take our time, let the night make space
You and I got a quiet kind of truth
Close enough to feel the record play We can move,
we can move
In a low-lit groove,
just me and you
I came in cool,
no plan, no script Wurly on silk and the snare stayed crisp
You said less and that made more sense Clean little pause with
a real good tension
I talk plain, but I mean that deep Got a soft kind
of fire that I still keep
No grand line, just a real nice lean Two feet locked in
a laid-back scene
A room this small can hold a lot
A glance, a grin,
a change of heart
I hear your name in the organ chords (ahh)
We can move
like smoke in a slow blue room
Take our time, let the night make space
You and I got a quiet kind of truth
Close enough to feel the record play We can move,
we can move In a low-lit groove,
just me and you
Just me
and you
Let it sway a little longer
(ooh) Mm, a little longer