Oh La La La

Deep house groove anchored by pulsing sub-bass and industrial electronic textures, Tribal wood percussion adds primal energy, Bagpipes and harp interweave haunting melodies, manipulated with effects for an eerie edge, Canadian male voice delivers evocative phrases, processed for atmosphere

[Intro] Oh la la la Lalala La la You taste like summer On a Tuesday night [Verse 1] You pull up late Wearing that old white tee Say "I’m a mess" But you’re perfect to me We share fries In a parking spot Salt on your lips I kinda like that a lot [Chorus] Oh la la la You got me going Got me going Lalala La la My heart is showing Overflowin' Oh la la la Say my name and spin me closer Lalala La la Don’t stop now till the night is over [Verse 2] Phone on mute But my pulse lights up When you lean in I forget my luck Windows down And the world fades gray You tap the wheel I wanna stay this way [Chorus] [Bridge] Spill that secret Right into my ear Talk that reckless Pull me right in here If this is trouble I’ll take every scar Your laugh Your hands My favorite part so far [Chorus]

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