(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)
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