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Winston Be Mine!

2024-04-30

Lyrics

Menzo's eyes on Winston, yeah (oh yeah) But he's taken, oh what a scene (such a scene) Tina holds his heart right, tight (so tight) But Menzo's dreamin' into the night (into night) He wants to be Dancing with win his spotlight (win his spotlight) Menzo's mind, it's racing fast (so fast) In the crowd, his gaze it lasts (it lasts) He's plotting steps to win the fight (to win) Oh, to steal away Tina's knight (Tina's knight) [Pre-Chorus] Sly whispers in the neon glow (in the glow) A secret dance, where will it go? (where it go?) He's taking chances with a thieving heart (a thieving heart) Pushing closer now, it's just the start (just the start) Convincing smiles and some rehearsed lines (rehearsed lines) Menzo whispers, 'soon you will be mine' (you'll be mine) [Chorus] Under this neon sky, the plot will unfold (unfold) Menzo's daring for a love story bold (story bold) Menzo's craftin' plans, in the dead of night (dead of night) And he's movin' swift, like a shadow's flight (shadow's flight) Tina's got her love, but it ain't secured (not for long) Menzo's captivating whispers, they've got Winston floored (Winston floored) In the moon's allure (moon's allure) Tina’s unaware of the love affair (clandestine snare) In the rave of lights, beats drop, base kicks in (drum and bass) Menzo moves close, the rhythm's under his skin (let it begin) Pulses racing, he feels the thump and the grind (the perfect bind) Seizing the moment, he's got one thing in mind (Winston’s signed) [Instrumental Drum and Bass Section] [Verse 3] As the night spins on, with the beats ascending (still contending) Menzo's bold play, on this night unending (never bending) Menzo's game is set, yet the night's still young (just begun) Casting nets where the light hasn't shone (come undone) Sneaks a touch, their hands intertwine (so divine) If only for a moment, Winston's mine (Winston's mine) [Chorus] Menzo's stepping up, heart on the line (tempting fate) In the flicker of the club, their eyes they mate (it's not too late)