Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. Slide in… Don’t think about it… Just groove. You step in the room with a neon glow, Platform shoes and a disco flow. You catch my eye like a flashing light, Girl, you're trending in my mind tonight. No algorithm, no delay, Just body language on display. You give me that look — I give it back, Instant rhythm, no heart attack. You follow me — (I follow you) You move like that — (I groove like you) No typing fast — No pixel view — Just bassline love Coming through. Follow me, I follow you, Funky like ’72. No filtered shine, no digital play, Just sweat and rhythm in a real-time sway. Follow me, I follow you, Feel the vibe, let it move. No scroll, no click, no replay — Just a dance floor getaway. You spin around in velvet red, Bassline running in your head. Every step a bold preview, Baby, I’m subscribed to you. No “like” button, just that stare, Chemistry thick in disco air. You say “come closer” without a word, Loudest message ever heard. You follow me — (I follow you) You drop that move — (I drop one too) No buffering, no delay — Just vinyl spinning anyway. Follow me, I follow you, Groove so deep it feels brand new. No small talk, no online proof — Just platform heels on a funky roof. Follow me, I follow you, Golden lights in a satin hue. No trending feed, no fake review — Just me and you. Clap your hands. Turn around. Feel that bass Through the ground. No follower count tonight, Just bodies moving in the light. Follow me, I follow you, Funky like ’72. No need to click, no need to prove — Just let that rhythm make the move. Follow me — (I follow you) Just me — (Just you)
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