More songs by Mura Masa
Description
It's as if the mirror in the dance hall has decided to speak: it echoes every “myself,” adding sparkle and a touch of irony. There's the heat of her own movements, the embarrassed “sorry,” and the confident “I'm really hot.” The result is a soundtrack to a moment when awkwardness and absolute confidence are fighting inside, and both win at the same time.
Lyrics and translation
Original
2:36 Bring it down. 2:42