Jemi — Circus

Black sleep closer.
Music learns our names,
And the floor winks like it knows what's coming.
The circus is not a place; it's a moment that decides to stay.
Heat passes hand to hand, hips answer before thought.
The bass rewires the room, and we follow without asking.
Ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin.
The show begin.
The show begin.
The show begin.
The show begin.
The show begin.
The show begin.
The sho