Guess his money, which to choose,
Would you bet about Tokyo blast, take us to.
Bassline throbbing, lights ablaze,
We step into the neon haze.
Sweat-soaked bodies, hearts ignite,
In this electric, fevered night.
Lasers trace our reckless moves,
As we lose ourselves in groove.
Pulsing speakers, beats collide,
We're the stars of this wild ride.
Electrify, ignite the floor,
Feel the rhythm, crave for more.
Hands up high, hearts set free,
In this neon-lit symphony.
Strobe-lit kisses, tangled limbs,
We're the rebels, the after-hours hymns.
Drenched in bass, we sway and sway,
In this kaleidoscope of night and day.