Everbody wants this

[Intro] [Deep sub-bass establishes the pulse] [Dry kick enters] [Male bass-baritone, intimate, controlled rhythmic delivery] Pulled from the dark with your dress still on, Never needed shine to know you belong. No pretty label, no grand debut, Just fire, a touch of salt — that’s all you need. [Verse 1] You came from the earth with a coat of brown, Quiet hidden treasure nobody crowns. Lay you in the embers, feel the slow heat burn, Open at the centre, let your softness turn. Watch the edges deepen, burnished in the light, Salt on your skin, steam drifting through the night. Silky smooth, tender and warm, your taste lingers on, A trace of hunger hanging when you’re gone. No perfume, no garnish, nothing to hide, Hot from the fire, yielding inside. Take your time with me, deep in the night, You make being simple taste perfectly right. [Pre-Chorus] Under the sheets, under the sun, Different ways, same beloved one. Every language knows your name — Stay with me awhile, we all want the same. [Chorus] [Voices enter individually, close-miked] Potato! Papa! Patata! Kartoffel! [Female contralto, low and intimate] Pomme de terre! [Male bass-baritone] Ziemniak! [Both voices, restrained close harmony] Call it whatever you want tonight, Golden at the edges, soft inside. Every road, every table, every latitude — Everybody wants this. [Post-Chorus] [Low rhythmic delivery over uninterrupted bass groove] Slow heat — skin warm — salt falls — steam lifts — take your time — hold me close — that’s it — perfect. [Verse 2] [Male bass-baritone, close and controlled] You keep all your goodness under the skin, All of your pleasure is waiting within. Nothing extravagant, nothing to prove, Still every table makes room when you move. Held whole generations when the ground ran lean, More in a small space than anyone had seen. Crossed every ocean, found every shore, Wherever you landed, they wanted you more. Gravy stays close when you come into view, Butter starts melting the moment it meets you. [Pre-Chorus] Under the sheets, under the sun, Different names, same beloved one. Every language knows your name — Stay with me awhile, we all want the same. [Chorus] [Individual low voices, clean separation] Potato! Papa! Patata! Kartoffel! Pomme de terre! Ziemniak! [Both voices, restrained close harmony] Call it whatever you want tonight, Golden at the edges, soft inside. Every road, every table, every latitude — Everybody wants this. [Bridge] [Bass and dry pulse continue beneath vocal] [Male, lower and closer] No orchard, no vine, no branch in the breeze. You kept something precious where nobody sees. No jewel-box colour, nothing refined, Just brush off the earth and see what you find. [Beat deepens] Give me your heat. Call out my name. However you want me, I’ll want you the same. Serve it with style, leave it laid bare — Tomorrow night? I’ll still want you there. [Final Chorus] [Full deep groove, vocals remain intimate] Potato! Papa! Patata! Kartoffel! Pomme de terre! Ziemniak! [Low male and contralto intertwine closely] Call it whatever you want tonight, Bronzed at the edges, soft inside. Everybody wants this, everybody wants this, everybody wants this. [Outro] [Beat falls away; sub-bass continues] [Voices enter one at a time, very low, intimate, unhurried; no ad-libs, no whoops] [Male bass-baritone, barely above a murmur] We all want this. [Female contralto, very low] On veut tous ça. [Male bass-baritone, intimate] Lo vogliamo tutti. [Female contralto, close and restrained] Wszyscy tego chcemy. [Both voices, barely above a murmur] We all want this. [Sub-bass resolves alone]