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Signature Funk (Disco for My Sister) 2 by GillMis

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Signature Funk (Disco for My Sister) 2

disco,female vocals

0:003:36
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
Mirrorball halo, spangled shoes on the floor,
My sister Noam glides in, we open up the door.
She’s got a swagger that ignites the light,
And a little midnight perfume that rides the night.
(Pre-Chorus)
A wink, a laugh, the bass begins to climb,
We hold our noses and we hold our time—
It’s playful, it’s proud, it makes the party sing,
That secret little scent that makes the disco swing.
(Chorus)
Noam, you bring the funk, we can’t get enough,
Your midnight mischief turns the beat to love.
Signature funk, like glitter in the air,
Gym-bag confetti and a lost sock somewhere.
(Backing) Oooh—oooh, we dance through it all,
(Lead) Noam, your groove is the call.
(Verse 2)
Four-on-the-floor heartbeat, strings sweep the room,
You leave a trail of stories like roses in bloom.
A laugh that sparkles, perfume of midnight mischief,
A little playful chaos—your undeniable gift.
(Pre-Chorus)
Strobe-lit laughter, we sway and we forgive,
You turn every awkward into reasons to live.
We tease and we cheer, we clap on the downbeat,
Your quirky little signature makes the chorus sweet.
(Chorus)
Noam, you bring the funk, we can’t get enough,
Your midnight mischief turns the beat to love.
Signature funk, like glitter in the air,
Gym-bag confetti and a lost sock somewhere.
(Backing) Ah—ah, we spin and we fall,
(Lead) Noam, you’re the heart of the hall.
(Bridge)
When the lights go low and the music’s pure gold,
Even with that scent, you warm the cold.
You’re more than a joke, you’re the life of the night—
That cheeky little aroma makes everything right.
(Chorus - Extended)
Noam, you bring the funk, we can’t get enough,
Midnight mischief turns the beat to love.
Signature funk, like glitter in the air,
Gym-bag confetti, lost sock in disco smoke somewhere.
(Backing Call-and-Response)
Leader: Funk! Chorus: Yeah!
Leader: Love! Chorus: Oh!
(Outro)
So raise a glass to the sister who steals the scene,
Perfume of midnight mischief, queen of the sheen.
We dance, we laugh, we sing it in the light—
Noam’s signature funk keeps the night alive.