(lntro) (
Smooth
saxophone
melody
over
a
steady,
mid-tempo
Afrobeats
percussion) (
Ooh,
yeah,
yeah) (
Ooh,
ooh-ooh)
E.
N.
I.
G.
I.
Best (
Verse 1)
The
way
you
move
is
is
a
rhythmic
design,
Like
the
sun
hitting
gold
in
the
middle
of
June.
Your
laughter
is
music,
a
sweet
melody,
Setting
a
fire
deep
inside
of
me.
I
see
the
way
the
light
dances
on
your
skin,
A
beautiful
story
where
I
want
to
begin,
No
need
for
words
when
your
eyes
speak
so
loud,
You'
re
the
only
one
I
see
in
this
crowded
Crowd. (
Pre-Chorus)
My
heartbeat
is
rumming
your
name,
Nothing
in
this
world
feels
the
same.
It's
a
fever,
a
rhythm,
a
soulful
vibration,
You
are
my
only
destination. (
Chorus)
Oh,
my
Omotola,
my
sweet,
sweet
love,
Sent
from
the
heavens,
gifted
from
above.
Dance
with
me
slow,
let
the
percussion
play,
I'l
love
you
more
with
every
passing
day.
Oya,
shake
it,
baby,
rhythm
in
your
soul,
You're
the
piece
that
makes
my
spirit
whole. (
Sweet
love,
sweet
love,
oh-oh) (
Verse 2)
I'
give
you
the
world,
l'
give
you
the
moon,
To
the
beat
of
our
hearts,
we'llbe
dancing
in
tune.
From
Cairo
to
London,
the
stories
will
tell,
Of
a
love
so
deep,
a
magical
spell.
I'l
protect
your
heart
like
a
sacred
prize,
I
see
my
future
reflected
in
your
eyes.
No
matter
the
distance,
no
matter
the
storm,
Your
love
is
the
fire
that
keeps
my
spirit
warm. (
Pre-Chorus)
My
heartbeat
is
drumming
your
name,
Nothing
in
this
world
feels
the
same.
It's
a
fever,
a
rhythm,
a
soulful
vibration,
You
are
my
only
destination. (
Chorus)
Oh,
my
Omotola,
my
sweet,
sweet
love,
Sent
from
the
heavens,
gifted
from
above.
Dance
with
me
slow,
let
the
percussion
play,
I'I
love
you
more
with
every
passing
day.
Ova
chake
it
babv
rhuthm
in
vollr
coul
Oya,
shake
it,
baby,
rhythm
in
your
soul,
You're
the
piece
that
makes
my
spirit
whole. (
Bridge) (
Music
strips
back
to
just
heavy
bass
and
percussion)
Slow
down
the
tempo,
let
the
feeling
sink
in,
Where
your
touch
ends
is
where
my
soul
begins. (
Saxophone
swell)
It's
a
spiritual
thing,
it's
a
physical
thing,
To
the
melody
of
love,
we
both
belong
and
sing (
Chorus)
Oh,
my
Omotola,
my
sweet,
sweet
love,
Sent
from
the
heavens,
gifted
from
above.
Dance
with
me
slow,
let
the
percussion
play,
I'll
love
you
more
with
every
passing
day.
Oya,
shake
it,
baby,
rhythm
in
your
soul,
You're
the
piece
that
makes
my
spirit
whole. (
Outro) (
Fading
percussion
and
soft
vocal
ad-libs)
My
sweet
love. (
Ooh,
ooh-ooh)
Just
you
and
me,
rhythm
and
soul.
E.
N.
I.
G.
I.
Best (
Fade
out)