[Intro] [Sultry female whispered intro] [Heavy vinyl crackle and ragtime piano] [Moderate swing rhythm with deep sub bass] Password, please... Mmm... close enough. Come on in. [Verse 1] [Bouncy brass section] [Midtempo swinging snare] Dimly lit corner, velvet on the chair, Smoke ring floating in the heavy city air. You’re sipping bootleg liquor, looking way too cool, Making every mobster in the room look like a fool. You slide across the booth, putting velvet on my knee, Whisper what you wanna do to little old me. [Pre-Chorus] [Wobbly sub bass swells] [Playful backing vocals] Fingers on my lace, eyes locked tight, (Locked tight!) We ain't here to talk about the weather tonight. (Not tonight!) [Chorus] [Explosive electro swing dubstep drop] [Moderate tempo bouncy groove] [Sultry female lead vocal] Ooh, baby, keep it on the low! Got a secret that the brass don't know! A little bit of swing, a whole lot of bass, Let me see that wicked look upon your face! Shake it to the left, drop it to the floor, Gimme just a taste and I'll be begging for more! [Verse 2] [Seductive saxophone fills] [Glitchy vinyl scratch accents] Trumpets blowing hot, but you’re blowing my mind, Best kept habit that a bad girl could find. You tell me that I’m trouble, tell me I’m a crime, Well, line up the charges, I’ll do all the time. Loosen up your tie, let the moonlight in, Let the bass drum cover up the sweet, sweet sin. [Pre-Chorus] [Wobbly sub bass swells] [Playful backing vocals] Fingers on my lace, eyes locked tight, (Locked tight!) We ain't here to talk about the weather tonight. (Not tonight!) [Chorus] [Explosive electro swing dubstep drop] [Moderate tempo bouncy groove] [Sultry female lead vocal] Ooh, baby, keep it on the low! Got a secret that the brass don't know! A little bit of swing, a whole lot of bass, Let me see that wicked look upon your face! Shake it to the left, drop it to the floor, Gimme just a taste and I'll be begging for more! [Bridge] [Tempo stays moderate] [Half-time heavy sub bass breakdown] [Ragtime piano solo with glitchy dubstep filter] Spill the gin... Lock the door. What happens in the speakeasy... Stays on the floor. [Chorus] [Maximum energy swing drop] [Full brass blast with wobbly basslines] Ooh, baby, keep it on the low! Got a secret that the brass don't know! A little bit of swing, a whole lot of bass, Let me see that wicked look upon your face! Shake it to the left, drop it to the floor, Gimme just a taste and I'll be begging for more! [Outro] [Sultry whispered vocals] [Gramophone filter fadeout] Mmm... off the record, darling. (Keep it on the low...) Shut the door behind you. [Sassy laughter] [Final heavy bass thud] [End]
