20 BPM
You want the streets at midnight.
You want to shine in dim light.
Those walks are made for poets.
Don't look like you don't know it.
You want a soul survivor.
You want a beauty parlour.
A face to last forever.
No blues can lose the colour.
(Don't worry about it, baby...)
(It all makes sense in the end...)
Oh baby, don't you know?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
When things are getting slow.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
Make a crazy prediction.
Melt the facts with the fiction.
Underground with perfection.
Baby, make the connection.
Another 20 BMP in your life
is all right.
You want the diamond clover.
You want the bossa nova.
You never end the swayin'
until you won me over.
You dream under the pillow.
You write your name in silver
on walls prepared for poets.
Don't look like you don't know it.
(Don't worry about it, baby...)
(It all makes sense in the end...)
Oh baby, don't you know?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
When things are getting slow.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
Make a crazy prediction.
Melt the science with fiction.
Underground with perfection.
Honey, make the connection.
Another 20 BMP in your life
is all right.
Oh baby, don't you know?
When things are getting slow.
(Don't worry about it, baby...)
Oh baby, don't you know?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
When things are getting slow.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh.
Make a crazy prediction.
Melt the facts with the fiction.
Underground with perfection.
Honey, make the connection.
Another 20 BMP in your life
is all right.
