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Ooh, this heat, it’s got me dreamin’
Sticky air, and you’re still teasin’
Moonlight’s pouring on my skin
I let the night just pull me in
Late night taxi, open heels
My lips taste like citrus peels
You say I drive you out your mind
But baby, you're the wildest kind
It’s a tropical temptation, boy
This heat makes games our only joy
I’m not yours, but tonight feels close
In this sweat, we’re almost exposed
So let’s not call it love, not yet
But I bet you’re a thrill I won’t forget
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Street lights blur through tinted glass
Our bodies speak, we skip the ask
No promises, no sunrise plans
Just fingertips and tangled hands
Your whisper melts into the bass
Like sugar dripping on my face
We dance without a single step
Cause rhythm’s in the breath we kept
Tropical temptation, wild and slow
Every glance a silent "go"
You’re not mine, and I’m not yours
But this heat breaks down closed doors
No regrets, just hazy skies
You and I in humid lies
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- Lyricist
Otome
- Composer
Otome
- Producer
Otome
- Graphic Design
Otome
- Vocals
Otome
- Programming
Otome

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