[Intro] (Yeah) Soft lights, slow sway, little snap in my step Vinyl crack, hi-hat, let the bass get wet Finger on the rim of the glass, that glass I walk in with that, that jazzy pizzazz [Verse 1] Silk scarf tied with a bebop twist Cat-eye frame with a crimson kiss Low brim hat, little tilt like this Snap on the two, can you feel that bliss? I’m a cool blue note in a neon town Pearls on my neck, but my kicks dressed down Swing in my hips when the ride goes round Snap to the groove, let the hi-hat sound I like brush-on-snare with a bass that thumps Trumpet in the air while the crowd all jumps Piccolo lick when the DJ bumps Congas talk back with the bongo thumps I’m that rare motif in a smoky haze Vintage in my soul with a modern blaze Every little move, every tiny phrase Whispers jazz roots in my everyday [Chorus] I got that jazzy pizazz, that snap, that sway Little bit of bebop in the way I play From the breakbeat kick to the pearls I flash I move like a sax line cut from the past I got that jazzy pizazz, that hush, that hum Breath on the mic while the bass goes dumb From the swing in my walk to the shade of my glass You can hear my heart talk in a bebop splash [Verse 2] High waist skirt with a slit just right Fishnet fade in the club low light Pin-up pose, but I still ignite Bars so soft, but I still sound tight I sip slow jams from a crystal rim Smudge red lips on the glass so thin Eyeliner sharp like a horn line in Cut through the smoke where the nights begin I like upright bass with a hip-hop loop Ride cymbal kiss on the top of the groove Strings in the back when my shoulders move Scratches on the track keep the beat so rude I’m that raretype girl with a retro spin Laugh in triplets when the horns come in Dress-code classic, but I still stay sin Jazz in my bones and a bassline grin [Chorus] I got that jazzy pizazz, that snap, that sway Little bit of bebop in the way I play From the breakbeat kick to the pearls I flash I move like a sax line cut from the past I got that jazzy pizazz, that hush, that hum Breath on the mic while the bass goes dumb From the swing in my walk to the shade of my glass You can hear my heart talk in a bebop splash [Bridge] Scat on the rim of the beat, real low (doo, da, dee) when the horns all glow Piccolo spit like a flash of chrome Congas tap code on my way back home Finger on the fader when the record spins Vinyl dust dance on the breakbeat’s grin I bend each word like a sax breath in Soft but sharp when the night begins I’m that cool club queen in a tailored frame Old-school soul with a new-school flame Every little glance got a jazz first name You can taste that swing when you say my name [Chorus] I got that jazzy pizazz, that snap, that sway Little bit of bebop in the way I play From the breakbeat kick to the pearls I flash I move like a sax line cut from the past I got that jazzy pizazz, that hush, that hum Breath on the mic while the bass goes dumb From the swing in my walk to the shade of my glass You can hear my heart talk in a bebop splash [Outro] Soft step, slow spin when the lights go black Bassline crawl, but I still lean back Last little kiss of the ride and brass Fade in the smoke with that jazzy pizazz
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