HEAT

Cold fizz runnin’ down my spine
(shh… sip it slow…)
You say my name like a sugar-lined crime
(mmm… yeah…)
Bubbles in my chest when you lean my way
(pop—pop—pop…)
Got me in a trance I can’t shake all day
(float with me…)

Your touch hits sweet with a static bite
(electric… electric…)
Pullin’ me close in the soft blue light
(come closer…)
Taste on my lips like a midnight treat
(ooh… so sweet…)
You’re the kind of trouble I love to repeat
(again… again…)

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Pre-Chorus

Light me up, don’t let it fade
(don’t fade… don’t fade…)
Fizzy little heartbeat matchin’ the waves
(sync—sync—sync…)
Catch my breath on the borderline
(between the lines…)
Baby, you sparkle through my mind
(shine… shine… shine…)

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Chorus

You’re my soda pop, midnight shock,
(pop—pop—pop…)
Cool on my tongue when the world feels hot,
(mmm…)
Pull me in close, let the rhythm repeat,
(repeat… repeat…)
I’m addicted to your Diet Heat.

Light as a kiss, heavy like a beat,
(ahh—ahh—ahh…)
Floating in a loop where the pulses meet,
(time—time—time…)
Hit me again till my knees go weak,
(fall back…)
Baby, I’m addicted to your Diet Heat.

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Verse 2

Soft glow spillin’ off your silhouette
(drift… drift…)
Sweet carbonation on my neck
(ooh…)
You press in close and my breath goes light
(soft… so soft…)
Feelin’ you replay through the room all night
(back to you…)

Your smile snaps bright like a strobe-lit sign
(flash… flash…)
Pullin’ me out of my overthinking mind
(come here…)
Taste of you hits like a silver streak
(mmm—mmm—mmm…)
Baby, you’re the rush that I always seek
(again… again…)

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Bridge

Sip me slow, don’t spill the night
(don’t stop…)
Let the bubbles rise till we lose our sight
(drift… drift…)
You and me caught in a neon sweep
(echo… echo…)
Pulled back in by your Diet Heat
(back to you…)

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Final Chorus

You’re my soda pop, midnight shock,
(pop—pop—pop…)
Cool on my tongue when the world feels hot,
(mmm…)
Pull me in close, let the rhythm repeat,
(repeat… repeat…)
I’m addicted to your Diet Heat.

Light as a kiss, heavy like a beat,
(ahh—ahh—ahh…)
Floating in a loop where the pulses meet,
(time—time—time…)
Hit me again till my knees go weak,
(fall back…)
Baby, I’m addicted to your Diet Heat.

Hypnotic alt-pop with slow pulsing beats, airy female vocals, and soft looping ad-libs that drift like echoes.