[Intro — Spoken, teasing] Oh, you're here? How interesting. I was just about to start without you. ...Almost. [Verse 1 — Bouncy, syncopated] Your name keeps turning up in my coffee foam, Like even my breakfast knows where I roam. I told my friends that I'm perfectly fine, Then wrote your initials in the margin nine times. The band plays brass and the streetlights glow, I take one step and the whole world slows. I came for the music, the rhythm, the heat, So why does your smile keep stealing the beat? [Pre-Chorus — Playful build] Tick-tock, don't stop, keep it discreet, I've got a reputation to keep on the street! One little glance and my cool slips away, So I'll dance like I meant it that way! [Chorus — Catchy samba-pop] Samba, samba, turn up the sound! I've got a little secret spinning around! Hey, amore, don't look so sweet, You're making a mess of my samba beat! Cha-cha, cha-cha, watch me go, I've got good rhythm, just so you know! Round and round, admit defeat— Cupid's got two left feet! [Post-Chorus — Vocal chops] Left, right, spin it around! Heart goes click when the bass drops down! Hey! (Hey!) Look alive! One more dance and I'll survive! [Verse 2 — Witty, flirtatious] I sent you a note with a clever little line, Then changed every word about seventeen times. I asked the moon for a hint or two, It hid behind clouds when I mentioned you. The orchestra swells and the trumpets reply, I give you a wink like I'm reaching the sky. I've mastered the art of a casual stare— Except when you notice I'm standing right there. [Pre-Chorus — Rhythmic, teasing] Step to the left, let the brass section play, I've got a thousand smart things I could say! But you lean in close and the words disappear, So I'll let the percussion explain things here! [Chorus — Bigger and brighter] Samba, samba, turn up the sound! I've got a little secret spinning around! Hey, amore, don't look so sweet, You're making a mess of my samba beat! Cha-cha, cha-cha, watch me go, I've got good rhythm, just so you know! Round and round, admit defeat— Cupid's got two left feet! [Bridge — Sudden musical pause] Wait. Are you laughing at me? ...You're laughing with me. Good answer. Now, where were we? Oh, right. Try to keep up. [Instrumental break — Samba percussion and vocal chops] Hey! One, two! Hey! One, two, three! Keep that rhythm coming! Watch me steal the scene! [Final Chorus — Maximum energy] Samba, samba, lights up the night! I'll keep my secrets in plain sight! Hey, amore, move your feet, Let's make a little trouble to the samba beat! Cha-cha, cha-cha, here we go, Give me the rhythm and steal the show! Round and round, no retreat— Cupid's got two left feet! [Outro — Spoken, playful] Well, that was fun. Don't get the wrong idea. ...Same time tomorrow? Oh, don't you dare smile like that!
