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Milano-Rousnam

oh mi amor tk

Rousnam-Le Manège

TK - Reste Cool

SCORE

AIR MAX

ZEPEK

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EN PÉTARD

She got eyes like sunsets, lips like flame,
Moves through a room like she owns the game.
Talk turns tense, then silence roars —
She spins, she flips, she hits the door.

🎬 Click... pause... BOOM.
That's her rhythm — that’s her tune.

🌿 My drinks shake, the speakers hum,
She storms in like a loaded drum.
Tiny spark? It lights her up —
Drama pours in every cup.

And here we go again, with your door slam,
Drop that beat like a bassline jam.
Turn the heat like the night’s on rent —
Even ghosts start to represent!

And here we go again, your stormy sway,
No slow goodbye, just dance away.
If silence had a rhythm, you’d still win —
That door’s done scenes like Berlin in sin.

We could be chill, just sip and vibe,
But then she flips that moody tide.
No warning light, no countdown sign,
Just one deep breath — and she crosses the line.

🎯 Slam when she’s bored, slam for thrill,
A groove-built punch in a dancer’s chill.
She don’t explain, she don’t confess —
Just drops that beat in a velvet dress.

And here we go again, with your door slam,
Like a vinyl snap in a late-night jam.
Shake the walls like the groove just bent —
Even shadows dance in your event.

And here we go again, your spin, your fire,
No calm-down call, just bass and wire.
If drama had a club, you’d get in —
That door's got stories caked in sin.

Maybe one night, you'll ride the calm,
Sway to the beat, no raise, no harm.
But 'til then, we chase the flare,
Of hinges creakin' through the air.

And here we go again, with your door slam,
Feel the drop like a traffic jam.
Throw that vibe like a closing set —
Even ghosts can’t quite forget.

And here we go again, one last spin,
Club lights pulse, and you dive in.
A slam, a pout, a bassline kiss —
And I still love you... beat and fist.

🎛️ [Outro – soft filters, echoing beat, final "click"]

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