Read Receipt Bounce

(un, dos, tres, let's go)

Your phone screen lit up in the strobe

I saw the blue check,

a heavy load

Locked in a crowd that refuses to move But you're in my

head breaking out of the groove

Dancing like the cameras are all off

Blocked but you are still in my head

Reading the lines of the things you said (baila,

baila)

Read receipt, night heat,

feel the bounce Every single move is

what counts Baila con la cámara apagada Baila con la cámara apagada

(heeeey,

let's go!)

Two AM on the concrete floor

Nobody's smiling, they guard the door

But behind my eyelids you spin so free

No phone connection, just you and me

Underneath the dark club canopy

Read receipt in the dark (uh)

Just a spark

Baila, baila