Dami dami, night like neon honey,
your waist draws comets, slow, then runny;
boom-boom bass in my chest, calling your body,
every heartbeat a drum, let it get naughty.
Slide through the strobe, skin dripping gold,
whisper my name—make the whole room fold;
give me that dami, sweet tsunami,
flood me, love, till the break of salami.