[Intro – deep sub bass + soft filtered rhodes + vinyl FX] [Male voice – raspy, close to mic, heavy cockney accent] Mmm… You got moves that talk louder than lips, innit? Dress on silk, heels off, vibe’s lit. You feel that? [Verse 1 – funk groove starts + claps + warm bassline] There’s red on your glass and a grin on your cheek, Eyes sayin’ "come ‘ere", mouth playin’ it sleek. Back like honey, steps like sin, That dress hangin’ on by a cheeky pin. No chat — just that look in your glance, Like “Oi, bruv, you ready to dance?” [Pre-Chorus – layered pads + rising synth + bounce percussion] Let the lights drip slow, like golden rain, You swing your hips — I forget me name. Every move’s got weight, no need to boast, You got me burnin’ like a Sunday roast. [Chorus – deep house drop + vocal stacking + hi-hats open up] Silk on the floor, bassline raw, You slide like you own the law. No shame, no doubt, no chore, Just us two and that locked front door. You bring heat, I bring more — Silk on the floor, that's what I’m here for. [Verse 2 – funk guitar riff + rhythm tighter] You bend that beat like you bend the rules, Talk soft but you dance like a queen of fools. Glass in my grip, jaw feelin’ loose, One more sip and I might cut loose. We don’t rush, nah, we let it build, Your vibe’s like fire — classy but skilled. [Bridge – ambient break + spoken raspy vocal] Let your heels hit carpet, babe, Let your doubt get left behind. Ain’t here for games or fame — Just rhythm, sweat, and a little bit o’ grime. [Chorus – full groove + extra harmony] Silk on the floor, bassline raw, You slide like you wrote the law. No strings, just heat and lore, You and me, girl — nothin’ more. You bring the spark, I bring the score — Silk on the floor… now close that door. [Outro – groove fades + filtered vocal + low reverb FX] Mmm… Silk… That’s all we need, innit? [beat fades slowly with vinyl hiss] [end]
