Pour Another Round

Neon buzzin’, boots hit the floor,

Dollar bills slid under the door,

Mirror ball spinnin’ slow like sin,

You walk in and the night caves in.

Eyes locked tight, yeah you know the game,

Every move got ‘em callin’ your name,

Whiskey lips and a velvet stare,

Got ‘em hooked before you get there.

Pour another round, let the bass drop low,

Heels on the wood, put on a show,

Lights go red when you take that stage,

Write your name in a neon haze.

Hands in the air, they’re beggin’ for more,

You don’t dance—you start a war,

Cash falls down like summer rain,

You own the night, you run this game.

Denim cut, little dangerous grin,

Play nice, then pull ‘em back in,

Slow burn heat with a wild side tease,

Got ‘em weak just watchin’ you breathe.

Snap your fingers, they fall in line,

Every heartbeat outta time,

You don’t chase, nah—you command,

Every soul in the palm of your hand.

Pour another round, let the bass drop low,

Heels on the wood, put on a show,

Lights go red when you take that stage,

Write your name in a neon haze.

Hands in the air, they’re beggin’ for more,

You don’t dance—you start a war,

Cash falls down like summer rain,

You own the night, you run this game.

No shame in the way you shine,

Turnin’ sweat into dollar signs,

They came to watch but you make ‘em feel,

Every second dangerously real.

Pour another round, don’t kill the vibe,

You’re the queen of the midnight ride,

Every step got a story to tell,

Heaven looks a lot like hell.

Let ‘em stare, let ‘em lose control,

You got fire in your soul,

When the lights fade out, they’ll still remain,

Caught in your spell, callin’ your name.