Eat It Tonight
Eat It Tonight нельзя откладывать на завтра всё-то что можно ночью съесть bazzlan Допекли полупирожок до аппетитного, забытого диско. Как можно оставаться ночью в постели, услышав зов диджея Фриджа...Приятного прослушивания. Intro Midnight… Leg day done… Fridge is calling. Verse 1 She’s got sneakers by the door, Protein shakes, nothing more. Daytime queen, clean routine, Fitness feed looks magazine. But the moon hits half past two, Something in her starts to groove — Heartbeat syncs with gentle light, Neon fridge goes: “Come inside.” Pre-Chorus Counting steps, counting reps, Counting seconds till she snaps. Mirror says: “You’re doing fine,” But the bass drops in her spine. Chorus You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Disco fever, guilty pleasure In the cold blue fridge light. She’ll dance it off tomorrow morning, Burn it all in flashing lights — You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Verse 2 Low-fat lies and honest cheese, Chocolate starts to tease and tease. Just one bite — that’s what she said, Now the rhythm’s in her head. Kitchen floor becomes a club, Barefoot dancing, midnight love. Calories don’t stand a chance When the fridge starts doing disco hands. Pre-Chorus Apple Watch looks the other way, DJ Fridge is here to play. Three, two, one — the door goes wide, Let the groove decide. Chorus You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Carbs and glitter, sweet surrender Under neon kitchen lights. She’ll run faster, squat deeper, Promise water, less delight — But you can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Disco Break Eat it! Eat it! Not tomorrow — tonight! Eat it! Eat it! Workout later — disco now! Final Chorus You can’t postpone till tomorrow That slice calling your name! Fit by day, disco sinner, Midnight pleasure, zero shame. Alarm clock waits, the beat survives, She spins once more in kitchen light — You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Outro She closes the fridge… The fridge whispers back: “Same time tomorrow, dancer.” Анатолий Дидык
Eat It Tonight нельзя откладывать на завтра всё-то что можно ночью съесть bazzlan Допекли полупирожок до аппетитного, забытого диско. Как можно оставаться ночью в постели, услышав зов диджея Фриджа...Приятного прослушивания. Intro Midnight… Leg day done… Fridge is calling. Verse 1 She’s got sneakers by the door, Protein shakes, nothing more. Daytime queen, clean routine, Fitness feed looks magazine. But the moon hits half past two, Something in her starts to groove — Heartbeat syncs with gentle light, Neon fridge goes: “Come inside.” Pre-Chorus Counting steps, counting reps, Counting seconds till she snaps. Mirror says: “You’re doing fine,” But the bass drops in her spine. Chorus You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Disco fever, guilty pleasure In the cold blue fridge light. She’ll dance it off tomorrow morning, Burn it all in flashing lights — You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Verse 2 Low-fat lies and honest cheese, Chocolate starts to tease and tease. Just one bite — that’s what she said, Now the rhythm’s in her head. Kitchen floor becomes a club, Barefoot dancing, midnight love. Calories don’t stand a chance When the fridge starts doing disco hands. Pre-Chorus Apple Watch looks the other way, DJ Fridge is here to play. Three, two, one — the door goes wide, Let the groove decide. Chorus You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Carbs and glitter, sweet surrender Under neon kitchen lights. She’ll run faster, squat deeper, Promise water, less delight — But you can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Disco Break Eat it! Eat it! Not tomorrow — tonight! Eat it! Eat it! Workout later — disco now! Final Chorus You can’t postpone till tomorrow That slice calling your name! Fit by day, disco sinner, Midnight pleasure, zero shame. Alarm clock waits, the beat survives, She spins once more in kitchen light — You can’t postpone till tomorrow What you can eat tonight! Outro She closes the fridge… The fridge whispers back: “Same time tomorrow, dancer.” Анатолий Дидык