

Oye, after midnight
in the kitchen (woo)
You're leaning by the counter with your coat half-on A cheap motel
keycard left beside your phone You're halfway out the door,
yeah, you're almost gone (don't go) But then the baseline hits and
the mood is drawn
Under the heat, we move,
we slide
No running away, just step inside (muevelo) Bring it back,
bring it back to the floor
We don't need to look for the door
Spilled glasses on the table,
we're in too deep
That plastic keycard is a promise we should keep
(yeah) You stepped back from the threshold,
took off your coat Now we're riding the rhythm,
staying afloat
Under the heat, we move,
we slide
No running away, just step inside (muevelo) Bring it back,
bring it back to the floor
We don't need to look for the door
Kitchen warm, doors wide open No more words,
just rhythm spoken (ahhh)