IBIZA, Deep House, Музыка в машину Baila Wooden Floor

Baila!
Yeah.
Sparks are flying straight from the wooden floor
Every time we stop, we just want a little more
Red dress spinning, catching the firelight
We are taking over the villa tonight
Guitar strings bending, snapping in the heat
Moving every muscle down to the heavy beat
Don’t look away, keep your eyes on me!
This is exactly where you want to be!
Whispers in the dark, shadows on the wall
We are perfectly answering the rhythm's call
The temperature is rising, boiling in the blood
Sweeping through the party like a massive flood
No time for sleeping, the night is still so young
Tasting the sweetness right on the tip of the tongue
Don’t look away, keep your eyes on me!
This is exactly where you want to be!
Take it lower.
Take it to the ground.
Now bring it up!
Right on the floor.