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Ryn Weaver - Pierre (Lyrics) | BABEL
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryn Weaver
Ryn Weaver
Vocals
Chris Sclafani
Chris Sclafani
Mandolin
Michael Angelakos
Michael Angelakos
Programming
benny blanco
benny blanco
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Angelakos
Michael Angelakos
Songwriter
Benjamin Levin
Benjamin Levin
Songwriter
Aryn Wüthrich
Aryn Wüthrich
Songwriter
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
benny blanco
benny blanco
Producer
Michael Angelakos
Michael Angelakos
Producer
Chris Sclafani
Chris Sclafani
Engineer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matty Green
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain Drank with the devil and forgot my name Woke with somebody when the morning came No one there to shame me for my youth 'Cause I wouldn't be with you And then I found me a lover who could play the bass He's kinda quiet, but his body ain't Spend the days dreaming and the nights awake Doin' things we know we shouldn't do 'Cause I wouldn't be with you Says he can't believe he found me Wraps his arms around me Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah I can't let him in You call me up and ask me how I've been I'll call your bluff and Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies No, I can't let them in You play me rough, but I won't let you in So, call my bluff, I'll Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling you lies Count down to the day they may come true And I fell for a vagabond, a month at tops Lied and said his bike was in the motor shop Drove my car once and made the tire pop Still we had some fun, 'til I came to 'Cause I wouldn't be with you On the Fourth of July, I met a man, "Pierre" Lied about his age, but I didn't care Spoke in broken English but the heart was there In those eyes of sky and ocean blue 'Cause I wouldn't be with you He says he can't believe he found me Wraps his arms around me Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah I can't let him in You call me up and ask me how I've been I'll call your bluff and Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies No, I can't let them in You play me rough, but I won't let you in So, call my bluff, I'll Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling you lies Count down to the day they may come true I'm counting dow-ow-ow-ow-own I'm still so dow-ow-ow-ow-own I'll come around
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Ryan B. Tedder, Erin Michelle Wuthrich, Michael Angelakos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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