[Intro] (Atmospheric bass hum, distant finger snaps) Mmm... Step a little closer. You’re trying to read my mind... But the dress is doing all the talking. Let’s change the venue, yeah? (Heavy bass drop) [Verse 1, Whispery, intimate spoken flow] I wear my secrets in the fabric, silk and silver thread Leaving just enough unsaid to spin inside your head A masterclass in shadowplay, the art of the unseen You're staring at the silhouette, but reading in between. I let the strap fall... slow... just a fraction of an inch Watch your breathing stutter, watch your fingers start to flinch. I’m showing everything by hiding what you want to find Tonight you’re gonna lose your coat—and then you'll lose your mind. [Pre-Chorus, Seductive build, Caesura pause] The temperature is rising... but the air is getting cold I’ve got a private exhibition... waiting to unfold. So tell me, are you driving? [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] Or am I taking the wheel? [Chorus, Heavy bass drop, syncopated bashment swing] Come wrap your hands around the riddim, let it take you home We can leave the noise behind us, get you all alone I’ve got the key inside my palm, but you can turn the lock We’re skipping past the small talk, dripping round the clock. Yeah, we can keep it undercover, dancing in the dark A little spark is all it takes to leave a lasting mark. Come home with me... [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] Yeah, come home with me. [Verse 2, Half-time, playful double-entendres] My living room has got the acoustics that you need to hear A deeper register of bass to whisper in your ear. I like my coffee black, but I prefer my nights with cream You’re looking thirsty, baby, let me paint a vivid scene. We don’t need a map to figure out where this should go But I can teach you shortcuts if you take the tempo slow. Unwrap the packaging, but do not damage the design [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] I only let select consumers taste the vintage wine. [Bridge, Melodic, sliding pitch] It’s the curve of the waist, the delay in the pace The look on your face when you’re giving me chase. No touch, just the heat of the space in between The prettiest picture that you’ve never seen. [Chorus, Heavy bass drop, syncopated bashment swing] Come wrap your hands around the riddim, let it take you home We can leave the noise behind us, get you all alone I’ve got the key inside my palm, but you can turn the lock We’re skipping past the small talk, dripping round the clock. Yeah, we can keep it undercover, dancing in the dark A little spark is all it takes to leave a lasting mark. Come home with me... [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] Yeah, come home with me. [Outro, Breathily fading, ad-libs] (Bass starts to filter out, leaving only the wet snaps) Don't forget your keys... I'll let you hold my purse while I unlock the door. Shh... [Whispery, intimate spoken flow] No more talking now. Just step inside. (Fade to silence with a soft whisper)
