Rule one: nobody leaves before the encore
Rule two: the ceiling's just a floor for more
Rule three: when the bass says move, you do (Do it!)
Rule four: the last dance belongs to you (Mm-hm!)

I wrote them on a napkin, glossed in lipstick red
Folded it to a paper plane and flew it overhead
Someone caught it, grinned, and passed it down the line
Now the whole rooftop's signed it, in a hundred shades of wine

No sad songs, no side-eye, nobody near the wall
If you're counting down the minutes, count the dance, that's all

Who holds the playlist? (Me!)
Who holds the plan? (Us!)
Who brings the sparkle? (Me!)
Who brings the band? (Us!)

Rules are just poems with a bassline in the middle
Every line a wink, every beat a riddle
Break one if you must, I'll draft a kinder clause
Footnote: happiness is not against the laws

Rule five, secretly:
Look up. The skyline's showing off.

Rule one: nobody leaves, the night has just begun
Rule two: the skyline's in on it, it's fun
Rule three: when the bass says move, we do (Do it!)
Rule four: the last dance still is you (Mm-hm!)