(Intro) (Dreamy, pitch-bent vintage synths glide in over a slow, heavy 808 knock) Mmm, qué rico...Yeah, you know how it goes. (Chorus) Let’s start a body party, let it drift away. We don't need the sun, we don't need the day. Hands around my waist, moving like a ghost. You're the bad habit that I love the most. (Verse 1) No invitation, just your eyes on mine. Bailando lento, losing track of time. I feel the static jumping off your skin. Tell me, mi amor, where do we begin? (Chorus) Let’s start a body party, let it drift away. We don't need the sun, we don't need the day. Hands around my waist, moving like a ghost. You're the bad habit that I love the most. (Verse 2) You taste like velvet mixed with cigarette smoke. A sweet illusion, a beautiful choke. No me dejes sola, keep me in your space. Floating out of body, lost inside your face. (Chorus) Let’s start a body party, let it drift away. We don't need the sun, we don't need the day. Hands around my waist, moving like a ghost. You're the bad habit that I love the most. (Outro) (The drums slow right down, leaving hazy, psychedelic echoes) Body party...Un poquito más, baby. Mmm, just you and me. (Fades out with low, distorted bass hums)
