Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly Rankin
Molly Rankin
Vocals
Alec O'Hanley
Alec O'Hanley
Guitar
Abbey Blackwell
Abbey Blackwell
Bass Guitar
Kerri MacLellan
Kerri MacLellan
Keyboards
Sheridan Riley
Sheridan Riley
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Molly Rankin
Molly Rankin
Songwriter
Alec O'Hanley
Alec O'Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Molly Rankin
Molly Rankin
Producer
Alec O'Hanley
Alec O'Hanley
Mixing Engineer
Shawn Everett
Shawn Everett
Mixing Engineer
Ivan Wayman
Ivan Wayman
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Koszler
Stephen Koszler
Assistant Engineer
Amy Fort
Amy Fort
Assistant Engineer
Julian Decorte
Julian Decorte
Assistant Engineer
Nyles Spencer
Nyles Spencer
Assistant Engineer
Phil Hotz
Phil Hotz
Assistant Engineer
Robbie Lackritz
Robbie Lackritz
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Don't wanna be nice I don't wanna be nice I don't want your advice On the run in my tights I'm going to get what I want I don't care who it hurts Took the lessons that I've learned Once shy, twice burned Don't wanna belong I'm not nodding along I don't care if you write me Please don't invite me Hummingbird, get what you want And flutter off for a little while Wait, set it on the doorstep You took the first steps Mine, should've been mine Had I just said something, if I wasn't polite Stuck out my hand, grabbed it and ran And you wouldn't've been accosted all according to the plan Don't wanna belong I'm not nodding along Don't care if I'm wrong, you unfortunate boy You've gone AWOL Hummingbird, get what you want And flutter off to a different flower Wait up and the light's out You took that right out Mine, should've been mine Had I just said nothing, if I wasn't polite Stuck out my hand, grabbed it and ran And your looking took it forward, and you're looking to the plan Woke up in the rain, woke up in a sweat Now you're living in a condo and you wanna forget There was a time when someone could've said You can't recreate all the things that are read Pomeranian spinster Glass slipper never fit It took a while, but I'm trying to get over it Presbyterian ministers Travel in packs and never split They deviate in the tiniest concepts I heard you ask me to smile Detour right off of the road Don't ever ask me to smile Which dress is she going to wear? What's to be done with her hair? Don't ever ask me to smile You'll spend the rest of your days Taking your foot off the brake Foot on the brake, foot on the
Writer(s): Molly Margaret Rankin, Alec O'hanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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