Writer(s): Mike Busbee, Luke Hemmings, Calum Hood, Steve Robson, Mark Stewart

You're like perfection Some kind of holiday

You got me thinking that we could run away

You want I’ll take you there

You tell me when and where

oh oh oh oh

But then asked for your number

Said you don't have a phone

It's getting late now

I gotta let you know that

everybody wants to take you home tonight

But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine

Don't stop doing what you're doing

Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me

and you know it know it know it

Don't stop cause you know that I like it

Every time you walk in the room you got all eyes on you

and you know it know it know it

You're coming close now Swear I can taste it

You got me tongue tied I can't escape it

I'm loving what you got

But then you push me off

oh oh oh oh

Everybody wants to take you home tonight

But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine

Don't stop doing what you're doing

Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me

and you know it know it know it

Don't stop cause you know that I like it

Every time you walk in the room you got all eyes on you

and you know it know it know it

Every day it's the same love and games that you play

Back and forth round and round

kinda like it this way

-ay -ay Don't stop doing what you're doing

Cause every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me

and you know it know it know it

Don't stop cause you know that I like it

Every time you walk in the room you got all eyes on you

and you know it know it know it

Don't stop doing what you're doing

Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me

and you know it know it know it

Don't stop cause you know that I like it

Every time you walk in the room you got all eyes on you

and you know it know it know it