Saturday night—

yeah, it’s time.

Kinda confused,

closet is empty.

What do I wear?

Party is waiting,

she’s in a hurry.

Throw on a shirt,

where are my sneakers?

Fix me a drink,

breathe and I center—back in sync.

Hair in its place…

always a mess.

I’ll make it anyway,

could be worse, no stress.

She’s waiting for me,

party’s begun—

sorry, my babe,

we’re coming, we run.

All by the pool,

speakers that thump—

I’m stepping in:

grab a gin tonic,

nothing else counts.

I’m on my way,

give me a minute.

See me get lost

deep in the rhythm.

If the bass hits,

I won’t overthink it:

I may be late, but

tonight I’m here.

(“tonight I’m here… I’m here…”)

I’m here now,

give me a minute.

Losing myself

deep in the rhythm.

When the bass hits,

we won’t overthink it:

I may be late, but

tonight I’m here.

DJ is spinning,

music’s a fiesta.

She laughs, pulls me in—

straight to the dancefloor:

“Move that head now.”

Bass getting higher,

crowd getting wilder—

night really starts and

my heartbeat’s a driver.

I’m here now,

give me a minute.

Party is crazy,

I’m all the way in it.

Hands in the air—

come on, let’s roll!

I’ll grab a gin tonic,

now we’re on a roll.

(“I’m here now… I’m here… I’m here…”)