MAIVA - What If? (Official Music Video)

WHAT IF? by MAIVA

written by MAIVA, Alex Hieke (@alexhieke) & Benjamin Kaul (@benjaminkaul__)
produced by Alex Hieke
mastered by Henning Verlage

music video produced & directed by Lea Schlingensiepen (@schlingsii)
concept, dop & editor: Kevin Schmitz (@kevinschmizz)
bts photography: Stella Musshafen (@stellamusshafen)

half naked model 1 - Rouven Gruber
half naked model 2 - Tobias Stulz
special thanks to Cafe Luuc & Jonas Schmitt for providing filming locations.

SOCIALS
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MGMT CONTACT
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LYRICS
My eyes are searching the room
They linger on yours
Watching me from the corner
You’re wearing that shirt
You know that it works
It’s getting hard to ignore you

I can’t control my thoughts
When I’m looking at you
I can’t help myself from thinking

What if
I spill a drink on your shirt
You have to take it off in the bathroom
What if
I lose the key to the door
So that we’re locked up here together
What if
I don’t feel well, you walk me home
I ask you to stay, get rid of our clothes
What if
I make the first step
Maybe all this wouldn’t just be in my head

4am, I decide
To swallow my pride
I’m all in, I’m sick of waiting
You’re holding me tight
We talk the whole night
At least in my imagination

Secret glances
Dirty dances
With everyone except you
We both know it
But we won’t show it
Waiting for the other one to make a move

I can’t control my thoughts
When I’m looking at you
I can’t help myself from thinking

What if
I spill a drink on your shirt
You have to take it off in the bathroom
What if
I lose the key to the door
So that we’re locked up here together
What if
I don’t feel well you walk me home
I ask you to stay, get rid of our clothes
What if
I make the first step
Maybe all this wouldn’t just be in my head


What if
I spill a drink on your shirt
You have to take it off in the bathroom
What if
I lose the key to the door
So that we’re locked up here together
What if
I don’t feel well you walk me home
I ask you to stay, get rid of our clothes
What if
I make the first step