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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Samuel Gerongco
Bass Guitar
Cliff Masterson
String Conductor
Robert Gerongco
Drums
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Emlyn Singleton
Violin
Steve Morris
Violin
Paul Willey
Violin
Alison Dods
Violin
Matthew Ward
Violin
Richard George
Violin
Jeremy Isaac
Violin
Simon Baggs
Violin
Laura Melhuish
Violin
Nick Cooper
Cello
Ian Burdge
Cello
Jade Thirlwall
Vocals
Jesy Nelson
Vocals
Leigh-Anne
Vocals
Perrie Louise Edwards
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Gerongco
Songwriter
Robert Gerongco
Songwriter
Maegan Cottone
Songwriter
Jean-Baptiste
Songwriter
Michael McHenry
Songwriter
Alessia Rita Iorio
Songwriter
Cliff Masterson
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maegan Cottone
Vocal Producer
Kuya
Producer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Bill Zimmerman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Bishop
Vocal Recording Engineer
Alex Reid
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
All damn night, I was here waiting
Cooked your favourite, dressed up real nice
I know you were with her, I know that you kissed her
You came home late when I was so mad
Had my break up speech ready
Then you kissed my face, it's the way you persuade me
You're dirty, disgusting
But I can't get enough of your loving
Boy, I hate you, really hate you
My momma said I shouldn't date you
You're cheatin', you're lyin'
I know that you're hidin' two cellphones
But, boy, right before I say that it's the end
You sweet talk me again, yo
I don't wanna be friends, no
Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?
A, B, C, D, E-E-eee, F.U
All my friends say I'm a sucker
Can't explain, it's complicated
I wish you were dead 'til you take me to bed
You're so good, so good, you lead on, my love
Oh, them brown eyes and that body
I'll get my revenge, take my key to your Benz
You're dirty, disgusting
But I can't get enough of your loving
Boy, I hate you, really hate you
My momma said I shouldn't date you
You're cheatin', you're lyin'
I know that you're hidin' two cellphones
But, boy, right before I say that it's the end
You sweet talk me again, yo
I don't wanna be friends, no
Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?
A, B, C, D, E-E-eee, F.U
I wanna say, Shoo, shoo
I wanna say, Screw you
I practice my lies in the mirror
Then you smile, that's my killer
So I say, Love you
And, Baby, I need you
Cause you're drop dead gorgeous
And Cupid ain't coming to warn us
You're dirty, disgusting
But I can't get enough of your loving
Boy, I hate you, really hate you
My momma said I shouldn't date you
You're cheatin', you're lyin'
I know that you're hidin' two cellphones
But boy, right before I say that it's the end
You sweet talk me again, yo
I don't wanna be friends, no
Why am I such a fool when it comes to you?
A, B, C, D, E-E-eee, F.U
Writer(s): Maegan Severia Cottone, Jean Baptiste, Samuel T. Gerongco, Michael Mchenry, Robert Tigley Gerongco, Alessia Rita Iorio
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