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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saint Motel
Saint Motel
Performer
Dak Lerdamornpong
Dak Lerdamornpong
Bass
Greg Erwin
Greg Erwin
Drums
AJ Jackson
AJ Jackson
Vocals
Aaron Sharp
Aaron Sharp
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Leonard Jackson
Alexander Leonard Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
AJ Jackson
AJ Jackson
Producer
Mark Needham
Mark Needham
Producer

Lyrics

I'm waitin' for that slow dance So I can feel your arms around me Wait 'til the music turns to romance Go tell that DJ that he owes me (Whoo!) Well, they don't know that much about it Been waitin' every single day I could be your best friend I could be your centerpiece I could be your soulmate I could be your everything Thunderbolts and lightning Queuing up the symphony You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (ah-ahh) So I can feel your arms around me (ah-ahh) Wait 'til the music turns to romance (ah-ahh) Go tell that DJ that he owes me, whoa yeah Hand on my back, panic attack Pull it together, don't overreact Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes Leave enough room for the holier ghost Romance (Ah-ahh) Too slow but this is how you show me, whoa We could talk for 40 hours We'd end up right back at the start I could be your best friend I could be your centerpiece I could be your soulmate I could be your everything Thunderbolts and lightning Queuing up the symphony You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (ah-ahh) So I can feel your arms around me (ah-ahh) Wait 'til the music turns to romance (ah-ahh) Go tell that DJ that he owes me, whoa yeah There's no doubt about it It's something magical Feeling our surroundings And time is slowing down for us You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (ah-ahh) So I can feel your arms around me (ah-ahh) Wait 'til the music turns to romance (ah-ahh) Go tell that DJ that he owes me, whoa yeah Hand on my back, panic attack Pull it together, don't overreact Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes Leave enough room for the holier ghost Romance (ah-ahh) Too slow but this is how you show me, whoa
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