[Verse 1] Click of the door Coat on the chair You drop your keys I stop and stare
You say my name Off of the beat Talk with your hands Talk with your feet (oh yeah)
[Pre-Chorus] You lean in on the one I pull back on the two Every little step you take Pulls me into you
[Chorus] Midnight on the floor We keep coming back for more Every move you make Got my body begging “stay” Turn it up and let it ride Lose the clock Lose the pride You and me That’s what it’s for Midnight Midnight on the floor
[Verse 2] Sip from your glass Laugh in a curl You spin around Tilt of your world
Hand on my hip Eyes on the prize You hit the break Then synchronize (hey!)
[Pre-Chorus] You lean in on the one I pull back on the two Every little syncopation Drops me next to you
[Chorus] Midnight on the floor We keep coming back for more Every move you make Got my body begging “stay” Turn it up and let it ride Lose the clock Lose the pride You and me That’s what it’s for Midnight Midnight on the floor
[Bridge] Left Right You rewind my mind Stop Slide Heat in double time
Say my name Cut it short Fill the space with something wild If this is wrong Let it be Wrong for a while (oh yeah)
[Chorus] Midnight on the floor We keep coming back for more Every move you make Got my body begging “stay” Turn it up and let it ride Lose the clock Lose the pride You and me That’s what it’s for Midnight Midnight on the floor
Stile di musica
funk, Glossy funk-pop at 120 BPM with a rubbery, front-and-center bassline and tight, syncopated rhythm guitar. Male vocals, quick and rhythmic, almost percussive in the verses; chorus blossoms with stacked harmonies and a sing-along hook. Snappy drums and claps drive the groove, subtle synth stabs and shimmering pads add modern shine, with a short breakdown that strips to bass, drums, and voice before a final full-band chorus., rhythmic, pop, bassline, groovy