

Your number's blocked but you're still on my screen
(still on my screen) Valet line under the canopy gleam
Pretending that you're just looking around
While the bass hums deep in the ground
One flash of light,
recorded on my phone In a VIP booth,
but we're both alone
(here it comes)
(let's go)
Stay for one more track on the floor We don't have to
talk anymore
(ooh-yeah) Stay for one more track on the floor
Glance in the mirror,
valet takes the keys We're frozen in time under high-gloss grease One
phone camera catches the glare
Still pretending you're not standing right there
Just one more track...
(one more track)