Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Bedroom floor Laundry pile throne I strut in socks Like I own this home Shirt half-buttoned Belly peeking out You start laughing Then you start to pout (come here) [Chorus] Big boy body Midnight husband magic I turn this soft shape Into something savage You like that wobble? You like that grind? I’m your private dancer For your dirty mind Big boy body Midnight husband magic You throw your hands up Like you just can’t stand it [Verse 2] Kitchen light Flicker on my skin I grab that chair Let the show begin Snap my fingers Slow spin Low drop Your jaw on the floor Telling me don’t stop (don’t stop) [Chorus] Big boy body Midnight husband magic I turn this soft shape Into something savage You like that wobble? You like that grind? I’m your private dancer For your dirty mind Big boy body Midnight husband magic You bite your lip When I work that fabric [Bridge] You say “baby You’re a handful” I say “baby Take two” (hey!) Every roll Every curve Made to lean on you No stage Just our bed Just your name on my chest You put cash in my waistband Then pull me in the rest (come closer) [Chorus] Big boy body Midnight husband magic I turn this soft shape Into something savage You like that wobble? You like that grind? I’m your private dancer For your dirty mind Big boy body Midnight husband magic Your sweet Shy husband Turns into your bad habit
Tags
dance, Slick euro-club techno with a rubbery, bouncing bassline and sharp clap groove. Male vocals, low and playful, with a teasing baritone. Verses ride a tight, hypnotic pattern; chorus explodes with stacked gang shouts and echo throws. Simple synth stabs, one quirky lead hook, and a late-arriving riser that sets up a final, sweaty drop., male vocals, techno
Duration
2:41
Instrumental
No
Created
3/14/2026