You walk into the room
Dressed to the nines
Looking so fine. (Damn)
You, keeper of secrets
Master of matters of heart
And I am drunk like a teenager
Slurring the words when I sing Dua Lipa
I want you
I'm levitating
My sugaboo
I'll have your baby
You sway on the dancefloor
Sculptural curvature
Bass like a speaker
You, hot as a furnace
Time is a thing you control
And I, the loneliest astronaut
Seeking permission to enter your orbit
I want you
I'm levitating
My sugaboo
I'll have your baby
I'll have your baby
I'll have your baby
I'll have your baby
I'll have your baby
I'll have your baby