Black, dress chanel
Cherry flavored lip stick
Kiss, and tell
Me, I could put my name on it

Conversation lead to touchin', now we feelin' a buzz
Tryna pretend that you wasn't, I can tell that you was
Because you spilled red belvedere
All over your black, dress Chanel

Wanna close my eyes
And see you in technicolor, oh, oh
'Cause black and white
Don't do justice for ya, oh, oh, oh, ooh
Dancing lights, burn purple, green and gold
Might give me advice for something 1984
Oh, oh, oh
And see you in technicolor
Oh, oh, oh
And see you in technicolor

Strobe lights on your skin, that's where it glows, like gold

Yellow, lady cab driver
Take us to the moon
In your worn out denim
You're really gonna meet the grooves, oooh

Conversation lead to touchin', now we feelin' a buzz
Tryna pretend that you wasn't, I can tell that you was
'Cause you spilled red Belvedere
All over your black, dress Chanel

Wanna close my eyes
And see you in technicolor, oh, oh
'Cause black and white
Don't do justice for ya, oh, oh, oh, ooh
Dancing lights, burn purple, green and gold
Miami Vice was so 1984
Oh, oh, oh
And see you in technicolor
Oh, oh, oh

Under the starlight
It feels right
If your body's next to mine
And I know there's gonna be sunshine after this rainy night
Oooh
Wanna close my eyes
And see you in technicolor
I wanna see you in technicolor
'Cause black and white
Don't do justice for ya
Oooh, noo

Dancing lights burn purple, green, and gold
Miami Vice was so 1984
Oooh oooh oooh
See you in technicolor

Wanna close my eyes
And see you in technicolor, oh, oh
'Cause black and white
Don't do justice for ya, oh, oh, oh, ooh
Dancing lights, burn purple, green and gold
Miami Vice was so 1984
Oh, oh, oh
And see you in technicolor
Oh, oh, oh

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Writer(s): Elijah Blake