Wiggle Room
They made the room wiggle.
By the second chorus, even the bouncer is two-stepping. And somewhere in the VIP lounge, a woman in gold hoops laughs—because she knows: tonight, she’s the remix.
The bass drops like a Vegas sunset—slow, then sudden. Jason Derulo’s voice slicks through the speakers, all caramel runs and penthouse swagger. He’s talking motion, that body roll only midnight understands.
