[Verse 1] Phone vibrates, a hundred lights, my day is on a string Calendar says polish, posture, smile and everything But streets are made of neon steps and tramlines hum the bass I swap my polish for my sneakers, leave the ballroom for a place [Pre-Chorus] There’s a beat that finds the gaps between the things I’m told to be A grin beneath the curtsy, a rhythm that wants me free [Chorus] Dance, just dance — let the city count the beats with us Spin the morning into color, hush the grown-ups’ fuss Dance, just dance — let your phone forget the plan Lose the script, find the night, take my hand, take my hand [Drop / Instrumental | huge synth lead — punchy four-on-the-floor kick — — beat drops — —] [Verse 2] Theo’s tucked and lamps are low, a pocket playlist glows I slide the window open wide and catch the midnight flows You paint the corner brighter, I learn the cut of light We trade our careful silence for a chorus in the night [Pre-Chorus] Rules can wait at doorways; this pulse is mine to steer A laugh that skips a ledger line, a foot that sheds a fear [Chorus] Dance, just dance — let the city count the beats with us Spin the morning into color, hush the grown-ups’ fuss Dance, just dance — let your phone forget the plan Lose the script, find the night, take my hand, take my hand [Bridge] Under streetlamp constellations we rewrite the cues Not hidden, not forbidden — just choosing different shoes We move like sentinels of light, barefoot under streetlight glare If being brave had a tempo, it would sound like this somewhere [Drop II / Big Build | rolling snare, rising synth arpeggio | — massive euphoric drop — all synths, airy pad —] [Chorus (final, anthemic)] Dance, just dance — let the city count the beats with us Spin the morning into color, hush the grown-ups’ fuss Dance, just dance — push the doubts and let them fall We’ll map the night in footstep lines and answer every call [Outro | soft synth tail — heartbeat kick] When dawn folds up the strobe and the tram takes back the lane I’ll keep the echo in my pockets like a ribbon in the rain Dance, just dance — a quiet promise that I keep A midnight in my sneaker soles to carry me to sleep.