Rosso Corsa

(Intro)

(Sound of a Ferrari engine starting, low rumbling bass kicks in)

Yeah...

Lights blurring, midnight scene.

Just you, me, and the machine.

Hold on, baby.

(Verse 1)

Two-seater, rosso corsa, red on red

Tinted windows, yeah, the city’s going to bed

I got you looking at me, riding shotgun, sipping slow

Only doing 100 on the highway, nowhere to go

You run your fingers through the leather, I’m focused on the curves

My hand on your thigh, putting pressure on your nerves

Engine humming, playing music just for us

This that expensive love, that Ferrari hush.

(Pre-Chorus)

Streetlights flashing, illuminating your skin

I don't know where the car ends, and where you begin

I feel your heart beating fast, yeah, matching the dash

Let’s make this moment last.

(Chorus)

Let’s take it to the top of the car, yeah

Parked on the rooftop, looking at the stars, yeah

Tinted glass, red leather, we don't care who sees

I’m loving how you take it, girl, you’re holding the keys

Sexy night, Ferrari vibe

Making love, feeling alive

Yeah, on top of the car.

(Verse 2)

Stoppin' on the Skyline, overlooking the city view

Windows down, breeze blowing, I’m only focused on you

I climb out, you follow, the hood is cold underneath

But the heat you’re giving me, girl, I can barely breathe

Slide off the silk, under the moonlight glow

Fast car, slow love, baby, take it slow... or not.

You on top of the stallion, best view I ever had

This ain't just sex, baby, this is purely bad.

(Chorus)

Let’s take it to the top of the car, yeah

Parked on the rooftop, looking at the stars, yeah

Tinted glass, red leather, we don't care who sees

I’m loving how you take it, girl, you’re holding the keys

Sexy night, Ferrari vibe

Making love, feeling alive

Yeah, on top of the car.

(Bridge)

(Beat gets deeper, more atmospheric)

No one here but the ghosts in the city

You look so dangerous, you look so pretty

My adrenaline is rushing, but you keep me calm

Ferrari on the rooftop... just us two.

(Chorus)

Let’s take it to the top of the car, yeah

Parked on the rooftop, looking at the stars, yeah

Tinted glass, red leather, we don't care who sees

I’m loving how you take it, girl, you’re holding the keys

Sexy night, Ferrari vibe

Making love, feeling alive

Yeah, on top of the car.

(Outro)

(Slow, breathy vocals)

Top of the car...

Rosso corsa...

Yeah...

Drive it all night.

(Engine shuts off, silence)