[Intro: bass and offbeat guitar chops in, snaps, short toaster] Toaster: Tune in the room, body don't ask Lead: Mm, there it is [Verse 1] I hear a tune coming under the door Not looking for it, it finds me on the floor Fingers on the table doing what they do Unconscious tapping, keeping time with you Didn't plan a move, didn't name the song Rhythm got a key and it let itself in Shoulders start to answer before I know Feet get the message and they won't let go [Pre-Chorus: B3 swell, drums open] Can't sit polite when the pocket is mean Every little hit pulls another machine [Chorus: full soul-dancehall, gang answers] Unconscious tapping, fingers on the wood Feet are tipping, tipping like they should Hear a tune and the body takes the wheel I don't choose it, I just feel Tap, tap, tip, tip, can't keep still Tune got in and it bends my will Tap, tap, tip, tip, on the floor If it plays, I'm moving, that's the law [Verse 2] Toaster: Selector run it, don't fade the track Lead: Heels leave the carpet, no taking it back Left foot tipping on the offbeat line Right hand counting what the bass defines Someone says my name, I almost don't hear Too busy translating the tune in my ear Purse on the chair and the drink getting warm Song in the speaker turning habit into storm [Bridge: half-time soul, then drop back in] [Quiet, voice close] I could blame the DJ, blame the night Blame the way the low end sits just right [Build] But the truth is simpler, plain and true The tune plays me before I play it through [Verse 3: toaster trades lines] Toaster: Fingers don't lie when the riddim come Lead: Feet don't wait for permission from anyone Toaster: One note and the whole room lean Lead: Unconscious, yeah, but the groove is clean Stranger on the side start to catch the same Tables turning into little drum machines We came for a drink, we leave in a sweat Tune still tapping in the bones we get [Final Chorus: bigger, choir stacks, shouts] Unconscious tapping, fingers on the wood Feet are tipping, tipping like they should Hear a tune and the body takes the wheel I don't choose it, I just feel Tap, tap, tip, tip, can't keep still Tune got in and it bends my will Tap, tap, tip, tip, one more time Play it again and watch the body sign [Outro: offbeat guitar and snaps, voice fading] Toaster: Still tapping Lead: Still tipping Both: Tune don't leave
