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You walked in wearing trouble.

Like trouble had been tailored.

I was doing fine without you.

Till my common sense surrendered.

One look across the crowded room.

One crooked little grin.

I don't believe in destiny.

But damn, I believe in this.

My pulse went off like fireworks.

Before you even touched me.

Don't call it love just yet—

Call it chemistry.

Call it chemistry.

Call it heat.

Call it every bad idea.

Getting underneath my heartbeat.

Call it reckless.

Call it sweet.

Call it two damn magnets.

Getting way too close to breathe.

I don't need forever.

To know what you're doing to me.

Don't call it love tonight.

Baby, call it chemistry.

Your hand landed on my waist.

Like it already knew the address.

You whispered something in my ear.

I won't repeat in mixed company.

The room kept getting smaller.

The bass kept getting loud.

Everybody else disappeared.

Without ever leaving the crowd.

Maybe it's dopamine.

Maybe it's electricity.

Maybe you're just ridiculously.

Bad for my ability to think.

Call it chemistry.

Call it heat.

Call it every bad idea.

Getting underneath my heartbeat.

Call it reckless.

Call it sweet.

Call it two damn magnets.

Getting way too close to breathe.

I don't need forever.

To know what you're doing to me.

Don't call it love tonight.

Baby, call it chemistry.

Hydrogen.

Oxygen.

Mix the wrong things—

Boom again.

Positive.

Negative.

You're the kind of trouble.

I could get experimental with.

No white coats.

No safety glass.

No predicting what happens next.

If attraction is a science—

Baby, we're failing the safety test.

Call it chemistry.

Call it heat.

Call it clothes on the floor—

And a record skipping underneath.

Call it reckless.

Call it sweet.

Call it waking up tomorrow.

Wondering what the hell we agreed.

Maybe it's forever.

Maybe it's one beautiful memory.

Tonight I don't need answers.

Baby, call it chemistry.

Call it chemistry.

Chem-chem-chemistry.

You asked me in the morning.

"So what exactly are we?"

I smiled and pulled you closer.

"Still gathering data, apparently."

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