Velvet Exotica

[Verse 1]
Mango on my fingers
Salt on my lips
You laugh in another language
From your hips
Palm leaves gossip
Shadows on your back
Your perfume’s a slow confession
Thick and black
[Chorus]
Velvet exotica
You taste like trouble and summer
Every look a little fever
Every touch a little drum
Velvet exotica
I get lost and call it home
You say my name like a secret
Like I’m something you could burn
[Verse 2]
Cards on the table
But you read my palms
Say I was born for danger
Born for your arms
Moon in the cocktail
Glitter on the floor
You spin me around your orbit
Beg for more (oh)
[Chorus]
Velvet exotica
You taste like trouble and summer
Every look a little fever
Every touch a little drum
Velvet exotica
I get lost and call it home
You say my name like a secret
Like I’m something you could burn
[Bridge]
You trace my future
On the back of my neck
Every promise half a question
Every promise perfect wreck
[Chorus]
Velvet exotica
You taste like trouble and summer
Every look a little fever
Every touch a little drum
Velvet exotica
I get lost and call it home
You say my name like a secret
Like I’m something you could burn

Sultry mid-tempo groove with brushed drums, upright bass, and vibraphone leads. Nylon-string guitar and flutes weave humid melodies; female vocals stay intimate and close-mic’d. Chorus blooms with breathy harmonies and subtle bongos, bridge adds shimmering strings and a half-time sway for a lush, late-night escape., exotica