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Our first kiss
Wasn't a thirstday
at the beach
Like it could've been
in fact no "ice cream" like you
said, a hamburger instead
I know we don't drink that way
and in the club with friends
we became more than friends
so never let go of my hand
even when we are shaking

 

Maybe our choreography
is written in the stars
Afrobeat and r&b
and the dj is our preach
Our choreography

is glitter, shattering
in our eyeshadows
and colors on the dancefloor
and when the dj jokes
it's actually not even four
a clock, not even four a clock, baby



So feel the rythm
Hold on to my body
So the lights not even running out
No matter how dark it's
I wanna dance with you
wanna dance with you
like their is no tomorrow


Our first kiss
Was actually three
So honey whatever you wanna do
Count me in
and suddenly it hits me
She felt my fingertips
before I even spoke
about the consequences
or flowers in bloom
with fire she let me in
her life, and I can see
how we burn in the
mist of circumstances

 

We can get around to it
choreography
We can bounce to it
choreography
We can face it
choreography
like our first kiss
became official
that night dancing
next to each other

 

So no rush, no rush
only sugar rush,
Redbull, remember baby
You were riding shotgun
Had your hand on my knee
and that free speech in my tummy
were screaming
Her rythm is liberty,
liberty
is putting all the rumours to sleep

 

your hips, my hands
You arms, my fingertips
Your lips, my lips
our choregraphy is this




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