High Heels On The Ceiling

[Verse 1]
Backstage
Lip gloss venom
Cash rain
On my denim
Slow turn
Let the spotlight chase me
First burn
You already wanna taste me (uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Hands up
Pockets open
I don’t talk
I just take the token
You look lost
Baby
Let me lead
Follow my hips
Down to your knees
[Chorus]
High heels on the ceiling
Body on your mind
Drop it to the bottom
Bring it back
Rewind
Sweat on silk
You can’t stop the climb
If you wanna see me work
Better pay for my time
(I make it shake, make it shine)
High heels on the ceiling
You just stand in line
[Verse 2]
Black lace
On a glass of trouble
Gold chain
Hanging on your struggle
I move
And your heartbeat trips
Name on your tongue
Lip to lip (oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t speak
Just tip
Just tip
Let your card do the dirty talk drip
You want sweet? I can turn to steel
I own the room
You just rent the feel
[Chorus]
High heels on the ceiling
Body on your mind
Drop it to the bottom
Bring it back
Rewind
Sweat on silk
You can’t stop the climb
If you wanna see me work
Better pay for my time
(I make it shake, make it shine)
High heels on the ceiling
You just stand in line
[Bridge]
Bend low
Slow grind
Eyes lock
Red nails tap on your wristwatch (tick)
Time’s up
But you beg
“one more”
I smile
Then I take your floor (yeah)
[Chorus]
High heels on the ceiling
Body on your mind
Drop it to the bottom
Bring it back
Rewind
Sweat on silk
You can’t stop the climb
If you wanna see me work
Better pay for my time
(I make it shake, make it shine)
High heels on the ceiling
You just stand in line

rock, Dark club-pop hybrid with female vocals, thick sub-bass and elastic funk bassline, swung drums that flirt with dubstep stutters, and sharp rock-infused guitar chops on the backbeat. Verses stay low and sultry over filtered synths; pre-chorus lifts with rising pads and tight claps; chorus explodes with bright pop leads, layered gang vocals, and aggressive sidechain pump for a grinding, high-energy floor-filler., deep, beats, bounce, dubstep, raw, funk, seductive, pop