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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emanuel
Emanuel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Michael Whiteman
Bryan Michael Whiteman
Composer
Anthony Lee Brock
Anthony Lee Brock
Composer
Mathew Jerome Barber
Mathew Jerome Barber
Composer
Matthew Scott Breen
Matthew Scott Breen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Machine
Machine
Producer

Lyrics

She puts her lips to a bottle of cola
I watch the kiss, and it turns me on
It makes me feel as though I am helpless
There is nothing else
She grabs my wrist, and leads me through streetlights
And locks her door behind my back
Relax, relax, and let these taxes of your reflex act
Sway, so sway
You know you taste so good
This is the night, you are the fire
Come on, come on, come on
Sway, so sway
And we melt into the floor
As one
And I grab her hips and pull her in closer
I close my eyes, and it turns her on
We press our skin, and though it resists, oh
I slip inside
And I feel her breath
It slides down my neck yeah, yeah
We sweat
To the rhythm that we make, make
Oh, hate yourself
But baby, I'm all yours, yeah
Sway, so sway
You know you taste so good
This is the night, you are the fire
Come on, come on, come on
Sway, so sway
And we melt into the floor
As one
Make tonight stay
We turn around again
Stay tonight right here
We turn around again
Make tonight stay
We turn around again
Stay tonight right here
We turn around
We give it all
We all just fade away
We give it all
We all just fade away
We give it all
We all just fade away
We give it all
And fade away
Written by: Anthony Lee Brock, Bryan Michael Whiteman, Mathew Jerome Barber, Matthew Scott Breen
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