On my first take, your shimmy-shake
Looked sexy across the room
I could just about taste it
Desire-fire, the hit of a dark perfume (ooh-oho)
All of the shades down, the lights are low
The flow is happening
You flashing your baby blues
Just a little peek-a-boo, and I started imagining (oh, oh, oh)

But then, I notice that button
It probably means nothing, just some kind of a joke
'Cause girl, I think that you're crushing
No point in discussing it 'cause you have to be woke
But now you've got me wondering
Thinking all the sudden, am I missing a trick?
(Missing a trick?)
Are you a brick house or a brick?

Huh, is this, like, "dance ten, thinks three?"
(Thinks three)
As I shake the question and keep the connection
You boogie across the floor (oh, oh, oh)
In a reckless necklace and a little black dress
And possibly nothing more

Your fingers in my hair now, lingering there
Knowing just what to do
And your lips are glistening, getting me listening
And then you whisper the "Q" is true
(Q is true)

And that's when you murder the moment
The rabbit hole opens on some stranger than strange
I guess that I should have known it
That button means you're into that stormy, insane stuff
I wish you'd kept it on the physical plane
Because I can't make it with your brain

The champagne in this bar is expensive
'Cause I can't make it with your brain
Hm-hm don't you think you should buy me another?
'Cause I can't make it with your brain

(Oh, oh, oh)
'Cause then you murdered the moment
The rabbit hole opened on your stranger than strange
That button isn't ironic, it's adrenochromic
And it's some bloody insane
And, wow (wow), that blows up the hook up
'Cause I ain't wasting time cruising in your lane
'Cause now I'm only looking for grown-ups
And not some adolescent on a crazy train
And you can buy your own goddamn champagne
'Cause I can't make it with your brain
(I can't make it with your brain)
(With your brain)
I can't make it with your brain

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Released from fifteen years as Bigfoot love slave
Mourning wife says, "He's just not the man I married"
Vatican City miracle stunner
Tiny ghost of Pope John Paul the II living under current Pope's hat
Shocking photos found in White House basement reveal
27th U.S. President William Howard Taft was actually a woman
(There's pictures and everything)
The end is near
Elvis tells mummy aliens to shut us down
We're fired
(We're fired)

(We're fired)

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Writer(s): Charlie Hunter, Corey Fonville, DJ Harrison, Kurt Elling, Phil Galdston