Moving slow

Verse 1

Friday night, the lights are low,

She hits the floor and steals the show.

Moving slow, then speeding up,

Everybody watching, can't get enough.

She whispers close, "Don't hold back,"

The bass goes boom, the speakers crack.

She's got that rhythm, got that fire,

Turning every dream into desire.

Pre-Chorus

Hands up high, we own the night,

Dancing 'til the morning light.

She keeps moving to the track,

Everybody yelling...

Chorus

Perreo, perreo,

Drop it low and bring it back.

She got that fire on the dance floor,

Blaka, blaka!

Move your body, side to side,

Feel the rhythm, feel the vibe.

All night long, no looking back,

Blaka, blaka!

Verse 2

She's got confidence, she's in control,

Every single move is rock and roll.

When the DJ drops that beat,

Everybody jumps up to their feet.

She smiles at me across the room,

The party's shaking wall to wall.

No stopping now, we're in the zone,

Tonight the dance floor is our home.

Bridge

Turn it up, don't let it stop,

Feel that bass until it drops.

Hands in the air, the crowd attacks,

Singing loud... Blaka, blaka!

Final Chorus

Perreo, perreo,

Keep it going, never stop.

Friday night, we're feeling free,

This is where we're meant to be.

Perreo, perreo,

Everybody clap and shout.

Move with the beat, enjoy the track,

Blaka! Blaka! 🔥🎶

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