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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Honey
Black Honey
Performer
Dimitri Tikovoi
Dimitri Tikovoi
Programming
ISOBEL PHILLIPS
ISOBEL PHILLIPS
Lead Vocals
CHRISTOPHER OSTLER
CHRISTOPHER OSTLER
Electric Guitar
Jim Elliot
Jim Elliot
Programming
Thomas Taylor
Thomas Taylor
Bass Guitar
Tom Dewhust
Tom Dewhust
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ISOBEL PHILLIPS
ISOBEL PHILLIPS
Songwriter
Jim Elliot
Jim Elliot
Songwriter
CHRISTOPHER OSTLER
CHRISTOPHER OSTLER
Songwriter
Thomas Taylor
Thomas Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dimitri Tikovoi
Dimitri Tikovoi
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, I've been telling you lies I'm not so good at the truth So I won't have to try And be good for you So you never wanna let me go You never wanna watch me leave And tell me, baby, how are you still breathing When everybody's seeing us all with me (go!) Girls like the boys When they act like the girls All they ever wanted was the whole damn world Walking in the wild, wearing bad black leather Singing in the rain in a bad sweater The preacher's son, he taught me how to come Right down to the beach where we can have fun Where we can have fun Where we can have fun On the beach On the beaches On the beach On the beaches On the- Where we can have fun Where we can have fun Just passing the time Playing games with you Drinking myself blind In the way that I choose So you never wanna let me go You never wanna watch me leave Then tell me, baby, how are you still breathing Everybody's seeing us all with me (go!) Girls like the boys When they act like the girls All they ever wanted was the whole damn world Walking in the wild, wearing bad black leather Singing in the rain in a bad sweater The preacher's son, he taught me how to come Right down to the beach where we can have fun Where we can have fun Where we can have fun Girls like the boys When they act like the girls All they ever wanted was the whole damn world Walking in the wild wearing bad black leather Singing in the rain in a bad sweater The preacher's son, he taught me how to come Right down to the beach where we can have fun Where we can have fun Where we can have fun On the beach On the beaches On the beach On the beaches On the- Where we can have fun Where we can have fun
Writer(s): James Eliot, Thomas Taylor, Isobel Phillips, Christopher Ostler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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