every heartbeat has to be stamped, signed, and filed in triplicate before you’re allowed to dance. This track is what happens when Cupid outsources his job to a sweaty clerk in Rio, who insists you bring not just your passport but also proof of your kissing style, three notarized tears, and a meme of a pug.

Imagine filling out Form B-13 only to discover it comes with a built-in rhythm section: congas that gossip louder than your aunt at a wedding, trumpets that argue with your feet, and a groove that won’t stop until every box is ticked.

This is samba bureaucracy at its finest — paperwork meets percussion, romance meets rubber stamp. Put on your dancing shoes, grab your stapler, and let the beat file itself straight into your bloodstream.

Filed for love. Denied for balance. Approved for dancing.

Lyrics:

Filed the form, he wore cologne
Typed his heart on a monochrome
Box five blinked, "Have you felt before?"
He typed, "Yeah, maybe once, not sure"
Passport thick, a moody frame
Backwards glue, he blamed the name
They asked for proof of kissing style
He sent a selfie, took a while

The clerk said, "Filed, your vibe's too great"
Section nine gave you away
He rewrote tales of passion bright
Auto-correct dimmed down the night

The memo said, "Bring joy, not dread"
He showed a meme of a pug instead
They asked for love, deep in the beat
Form B-13 got dancing feet
I once had butterflies in spring
Now I just hum and never cling

Filed for love with mild caffeine
Submitted dreams in a dotted screen
They said my hugs were out of sync
I swayed too wide, I didn't blink

They wanted tears, fresh, full of flair
He sent some drops caught in his hair
"No return" was strict demand
Tears must sparkle, fall on hand
My friend said, "Bro, just fake delight"
He danced in socks under disco light
But still they stamped, "Not quite okay"
Filed as love in the lost display

Form C-3 from pigeon corp
"Do you deserve a warm report?"
He checked, "Maybe", spilled his tea
The box got wet, "Oh, yes, for me"
They asked for love, checked all the marks
But they found gaps between the sparks
I bubble-wrapped my heart with care
They said, "Too fragile, unaware"

Filed for love and danced too late
Now Cupid works for Section 8
I passed the rhythm, missed the flame
They stamped my joy with someone's name

Love delayed

Filed for Love (Samba Version)

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Filed for Love (Samba Version)

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