# THAT SOMETHING [Intro – MALE, strong East London accent, close mic; dry half-spoken, lazy confidence; distant club pulse] Yeah... Wasn't even lookin'. [Ghost vocoder] ...lookin'... Then you walked in. [FEMALE, close whisper] I clocked you. [Male] Course you did. [Ghost] ...clocked you... --- [Verse 1 – MALE, fast London pocket; clipped attacks, glottal T stops, dropped Gs, sly attitude] Leaning by the speaker, half awake, killin' time, then you cut through the crowd and shifted the whole vibe. Little turn. Little glance. Then you looked away, like you ain't just clocked me watchin' you all night. I said, “Safe.” You smiled. No long chat. No big scene. Just that look sayin', “Come then.” [FEMALE whisper] You sure? [Male] Yeah. You move left. I move right. Bass hits. Whole room disappears. [Ghost vocoder] ...disappears... [Male] Don't get gassed. [Female] Too late. --- [Pre-Chorus – FEMALE, breathy East London alto; speech-to-melody, micro-slides, delayed consonants] You don't have to say a word, I can read it in your eyes. Come a little closer... watch the whole room change sides. [Male low] Change sides... [Female] Man should be dancing. [Male] You got me thinking. [Female, tiny laugh] Keep thinking. --- [Chorus – BOTH, fast hypnotic melody; clean high female lift, male low answer; ghost vocoder] You got that something when you move like that. [FEMALE] Like that... [Ghost] ...move like that... [Male] You got that something and I can't hold back. I look away— [STOP] —then I'm right back. [FEMALE] Don't stop. [Both] The way you move... the way you move... --- [Verse 2 – MALE, faster East London cadence; harder consonants, playful swagger, slang] Now you're doing it on purpose. I can tell by the grin. Come close enough to touch me, then you give me room again. You turn round. Slow it down. Then catch me lookin'. “You always dance like that?” [FEMALE] Maybe. [Male] Yeah, alright. Don't get gassed. [FEMALE] Who's gassed? [Male] You. [FEMALE laugh] [Male] Mad. Whole club's jumpin', but we're somewhere else. No “what you sayin'?” No long thing. Just rhythm. Just that. You move. I follow. [Ghost] ...follow... You stop. I stop. [FEMALE] Safe. [Male] Exactly. --- [CLUB INSTRUMENTAL BREAK – punchy house groove, deep sub bass, dark piano stabs, filtered synth pulse, evolving percussion] [Male chopped] Move. Move. [Female chopped] Back. Back. [Ghost] ...like that... [Male] Left. [Female] Right. [Male] Slow. [Female] Pick it up. [Both] Again! [FEMALE laugh] [Male whisper] Don't get shy now. [Female] I wasn't. [BASS + VOCAL CUT] --- [FAST DANCE-RAP – MALE, double-time East London flow; compressed syllables, sudden stops] One step, two step, you twist, I track. Little look over, then you throw it right back. Bare little signals, bare little games. You don't know my name. [Female] Not yet. [Male] Safe. No long thing. No deep chat. Just two people losin' the map. Clock says one. Night says stay. [Quicker] You move. I move. You turn. I turn. DJ flips the rhythm— whole floor burns. [Dead stop] There. [Female] Again. --- [Bridge – suddenly intimate; bass filtered, female close mic, male low responses] [Female] For a minute I forget there's anyone else here. [Male] Same. [Female] No promises. [Male] None. [Female] No tomorrow. [Male] Not tonight. [Female] Just you... [Male] Just you? [Female, amused] Don't ruin it. [Male laugh] [Female, breathy high] Right now... that's enough. [Ghost vocoder] ...right now... --- [Final Build – drums return in fragments; short traded phrases] [Male] You sure? [Female] I'm sure. [Male] Really? [Female] Really. [Female, whisper] Come closer. [Ghost] ...closer... [BASS HIT] --- [Final Chorus – maximum club energy; female clean high lead, male rhythmic counterline, ghost vocoder] You got that something when you move like that. [FEMALE] Like that! [Ghost] ...like that... You got that something and I can't hold back. I look away— [STOP] —I'm right back. [Male] Don't stop. [Female] You sure? [Male] Course. [Both] You got that something when you move like that. [Female] Do it again. [Ghost] ...again... [Both] The way you move... the way you move... --- [Final Hook – sparse bass, signature vocal effects] [FEMALE whisper] Wait... [Male] What? [FEMALE] Do that again. [Male] Again? [FEMALE] Yeah. [Ghost vocoder] ...again... [Male] Say less. [BASS HIT] [Both] Again! --- [Outro – relaxed East London delivery; female laugh drifting back] [Female] You still don't know my name. [Male] Nope. [Female] And you're still dancing. [Male] Course I am. [Female] Why? [Male] 'Cause you're bare trouble. [Female] Maybe. [Male] Mad. [Ghost] ...bare trouble... [BASS FADES]
