The funky side of the moon

©2025 - Flore d'Esprit All Rights Reserved I got my boots on velvet ground Slick shades, I don't make a sound Strutting through the neon fumes Dancing with my darker moods Lights are flashing, lips are sealed Secrets spinning like a wheel I don't smile, I just exhale Bassline low like I'm in jail Whispers in the groove, yeah they know my name Midnight ritual, it's a funky game I move like trouble, I taste like doom You feel the bass from across the room Twist your hips, let the demons bloom We get down on the funky side of the moon Glittered sweat and perfume lies Mirrorball reflects my alibis Watch me groove in silent war Every step a metaphor I ain't here to preach or save I'm the beat your silence craves Every drop, a darker bite Sinking sweet into the night Whispers in the groove, yeah they know my name Midnight ritual, it's a funky game I move like trouble, I taste like doom You feel the bass from across the room Twist your hips, let the demons bloom We get down on the funky side of the moon Come closer, don’t be shy... Your heartbeat’s syncing, don’t ask why This rhythm’s cursed, but you’ll survive— If you dance to stay alive I move like trouble, I taste like doom You feel the bass from across the room Twist your hips, let the demons bloom We get down on the funky side of the moon (Funky side… yeah…) Side of the moon... of the moon... of the moon... We get down… get down… get down…