More songs by p-rallel
Description
The booming bass feels like it's breathing right down my neck - it's hot, sticky, as if the air conditioner has surrendered to the summer. The air is electric, and even the silence between beats smells of leather and the light of neon signs. No one is in a hurry here; everyone already knows how this slow game of approximations will end. Their voices intertwine like touches - lazily, confidently, with that same "I know what you want." Everything else dissolves: conversations, doubts, even time takes a couple of steps back so as not to interfere. Just the rhythm, the warmth, and a little bit of cheeky pleasure in being understood without words.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, so you're Tommy Girl's in Paradise?
I've heard a lot about you guys.
I've seen you every week, always flying around everywhere. Paris, London,
Monaco,
New York.
I know what you're like.
-I know just what you like. -Come baby, yeah, you know what I like.
Take your time, baby, you don't have to fight.
Come baby, yeah, you know what I like.
Take your time, baby, you don't have to fight.
Come baby, yeah, you know what I like.
Take your time, baby, you don't have to fight.
Oh, so you're Tommy Girl's in Paradise?
I know what you like. I know just what you like.
Come baby, yeah, you know what I like.
Take your time, baby, you don't have to fight.
Come baby, yeah, you know what I like.
Take your time, baby, you don't have to fight.