Fast lane flirtin’ in a strobe-lit void,

My aura loud, your chakras annoyed.

Snapback spells, astro kicks,

We match like glitches in retro pics.

Midnight menu: chaos and charm,

I wear my past lives on my arm.

You said, “Boy, are you even real?”

I said, “Only when the bass can feel.”

Zodiac speedin’, sign me in,

Dance floor’s burnin’ off original sin.

You sparkle like a psychic scam,

But I’m subscribed—no refund plan.

Move on the dance floor!

(Go, go, go—let your stars explode!)

Slide through the backdoor!

(Yeah, yeah, yeah—code mode overload!)

If you're in the mood, meet me at the Louvre!

(Find the glitch in the gif that moves)

Ask for the guy with the big tattoos!

(Sings in memes and quantum blues)

We vibe like planets outta sync,

Laugh in lines, love in the blink.

Your kiss hit like a Wi-Fi drop,

I crash, reboot, can’t make it stop.

Drip-fed charms from a mystic app,

You ghost then text: “Wanna time-lapse?”

You’re chaos-coded, ultra rare,

A walking tarot in electric air.

Headphones in, I chase your sound,

Heart rate thumps at rave rebound.

You flash that look, I short my mind—

Who needs chill when you're that unkind?

Move on the dance floor!

(Spin, spin, spin—til the spell's worn thin)

Dash to the backdoor!

(Flash that grin, let the trouble begin!)

If you're in the mood, meet me at the Louvre!

(Under lights where we disapprove)

Ask for the guy with the big tattoos!

(He bites lines like déjà vu)

Time’s elastic, lips volcanic,

We kiss like sparks in a crystal panic.

Your name's encrypted in my fate,

Let's jailbreak every first date.

(Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, paint the Louvre in neon glow…)

Spells in my pocket, dreams on tap,

Let’s dance like the world’s got a two-beat gap.

Move on the dance floor!

(Run that soul like a power core!)

Backdoor, backdoor!

(Freak out—what we hiding for?)

If you're in the mood, meet me at the Louvre!

(Click-click-click in your dancing shoes)

Ask for the guy with the big tattoos!

(Writes in stars and breaks the rules)

Move-move-move on the dance—

Back-back-backdoor trance—

Louvre-me, louvre-me, louvre me loose—

Big tat-guy got the groove-juice!