Keep pointing hot shot
Funkin it up on side two
baby, look closer
An expensive car
Horns a chorus of silver
Step right then step left
All of my friends are here
Voice carrying the whole night
Steady as a beat
Evening nothing wrong
Bass progresses by itself
"Nothing gold can stay"
Naughty but so fine
Octave range off the chain
Backup dancers' moves
So now you got time?
Call me for a drink, some wine
It's quarter to nine
I like the brass parts
a lot, thank you for the swoon
Rhythmic pocket, too
Iced tea and lemon
The sky from a swinging chair
Hummingbird horn line
Nothing flows like this
Into voice in wave to ear
Like a bloodied soul
Steamy summer club
Sequins glisten in the dark
Moving like a snake
Caddy spokes glimmer
in midnight moon honey air
Swaying towards the dawn
Float above water
Grant Rapids cocaine dealers
I'm a bad dancer
One, two, three, four-and
Brass, bass, voices full of soul
Shaky tambourine
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