Verse The bass hits, and it wakes something in me. I move because I want to, not because I’m watched. Your eyes trace every shift like you’re learning a language, but I’m speaking in rhythm, not promises. Pre‑Chorus I lean in, then drift away, letting the moment stretch thin. You think there’s a message in my sway, but it’s just the music using me. Chorus I’m not here to play coy — I’m here to feel alive. If it pulls you toward me, that’s just gravity doing its thing. I follow the beat like it owns me, and you follow me like you can’t help it. Bridge Stay close, or stay curious — either way, I won’t break the spell. The rhythm comes first, but if you fall into it with me, I won’t stop you.