It's a Groovy Thing

Late night rhythm in the air. Golden lights are everywhere. People moving smooth and slow To the groove below. Velvet shadows on the wall. Hear the midnight voices call. And the saxophone so bright Warms the night. It's a groovy thing. Feel the rhythm sway. It's a groovy thing. Let your body sing. It's a groovy thing. Moving deep and lowwww, Like the city glow. Cocktail glasses catching gold. Stories waiting to unfold. Every heartbeat starts to sway till the break of Day. A warm piano underneath every smoky breath you Breathe, and the bass line through the room Makes the midnight bloom. It's a groovy thing. Feel the rhythm sway. It's a groovy thing. Let your body sing. It's a groovy thing. Moving deep and lowwww, Like the city glow. Ocean breeze and rooftop skies. Moonlight dancing in your eyes. Smooth jazz floating through the blue pulls me Close to you. Deep percussion the dark like a soft electric spark, And the rhythm of the sea Moves in harmony. It's a groovy thing. Feel the rhythm sway. It's a groovy thing. Let your body sing. It's a groovy thing. Moving deep and lowwww, Like the city glow. Saxophone begins to cry underneath the velvet sky. Every note begins to glide like the evening tide. Your reflection in the glass, watching silent Moments pass, and the stars above the town Slowly shimmer down. It's a groovy thing. Feel the rhythm sway. It's groovy thing. Let your body sing. It's a groovy thing. Moving deep and lowwww, Like the city glow. Morning sunlight paints the gray. Still the groove refuses to fade. Every echo softly stays like the sound of yesterday. And when the final chords arrive, The feeling stays alive like a dream that fades Too slow into the afterglow. Mm. It's a groovy thing. Mm. Feel the rhythm sway. It's a groovy thing. Let your body sing. It's a groovy thing. Moving deep and low, Like the city glow.