(Written by Nicc Angeles, Hard Labor Records)

Lyrics

The music plays: it rubs your
The music plays

I like the way you make me swell
You let the music power your spell
Yea Yeah
And when the song stops
You cover the wet spot

I like the way you sway with sound
With every note my heart pounds

We’ve got to meet under the sheets
If that’s good for you than that ah that’s good for me well that’s good for me

You take my hands and you rub em all over your
This aint a dance floor… it’s a house of tricks

The music plays, it rubs your
The music plays, it rubs your

I like when you mount it girl… when you’re on top of me, well I’m on top of the world

The lights turn hard green; they waive the stage fee once you’re on your knees

I need it like you need a tip
Now let the music’s beat call you like catnip

Now move side to side, side to side, your magnetism undenied
I like it when you mount it girl, when you’re on top of me well I’m on top of the world
Now move side to side: side to side… take these fingers for a ride

The music plays
The music plays, it rubs your
The music plays, it rubs your