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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Saint Motel
Interprète
Dak Lerdamornpong
Basse
Greg Erwin
Batterie
AJ Jackson
Chant
Aaron Sharp
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alexander Leonard Jackson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Rich Costey
Ingénierie de mixage
AJ Jackson
Production
Mark Needham
Production
Paroles
[Chorus]
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
(Woo)
[Instrumental]
Well, they don't know that much about it
The way that every single day
[PreChorus]
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
(Barrump, barrump)
[Chorus]
You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (Ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (Ah-ah)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (Ah-ah)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, woah, yeah
[PostChorus]
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-ah)
Too slow, but this is how you show me, woah
[Verse 1]
We could talk for forty hours
We'd end up right back at the start
[PreChorus]
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
(Barrump, barrump)
[Chorus]
You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (Ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (Ah-ah)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (Ah-ah)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, woah, yeah
[Bridge]
There's no doubt about it
It's something magical
Feeling our surroundings
And time is slowing down for us
[Chorus]
You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (Ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (Ah-ah)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (Ah-ah)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, woah, yeah
[PostChorus]
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-ah)
Too slow, but this is how you show me, woah
Written by: Alexander Leonard Jackson


