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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Lead Vocals
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
David Dorn
David Dorn
Piano
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
James McNair
James McNair
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Frank Rogers
Producer
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Producer
Aaron Eshuis
Aaron Eshuis
Producer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Roberts
Bryce Roberts
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Brian David Willis
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer

Lyrics

Got a party at 8:00, it's 7:53 Keys in my hand, somewhere to be And you come strolling down the stairs You got that up-to-somethin' look on your face Looks like we are gonna be fashionably late But you don't seem to care, so I set down my whiskey and you kiss me You lean your back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's your fault Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? I'm so predictable, it's like you know That denim and low cut combo With the fire in your eyes Gonna get me every time It's been like that since we met You keep messing with my head You love to play that game And I hate to complain but Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Why you gotta be like that? I set down my whiskey and you kiss me You lean your back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's your fault Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Baby, why you gotta be like that? Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why?
Writer(s): Scotty Mccreery, James Mcnair, Jordan Schmidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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