Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Levi
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pop Levi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pop Levi
Producer
Texty
In your hotel
You can love yourself
That's where you gotta be
'Cause you can climb the walls
And feel venerable
In a little secrecy
I never caught your name
I lost you in the rain
Friday, Friday, Friday
There must be something wrong
With my transmission
So come a little closer to me
It's only love
It's only love
It's only love
But it's alright
I'm your quarterback
If you feel you're going under
Laser line on the 99 right to me
When you're falling back
Like a rocket out of gas
Come for the Red Red Wine,
Sweet Caroline
And Forever In Blue Jeans all night
When my school is out
I drive across town
We'll ride out to the beach
Hiding under towels
We're only messing 'round
Kisses tasting like the sea
And I love the hot life
I love the hot life
Yeah, baby, you can shout it to me
There must be something wrong
With my transmission
Cause I woke up in a dream
It's only love
It's only love
It's only love
But it's alright
I'm your quarterback
If you feel you're going under
You can rise and shine
And waste some time on me
When you're falling back
Like a rocket out of gas
Come for the Red Red Wine,
Sweet Caroline
And Forever In Blue Jeans all night
Quarterback
I'm your quarterback
It's a cul-de-sac
And there's only one way back
So come for the Red Red Wine,
Sweet Caroline
And Forever In Blue Jeans all night
Written by: Pop Levi

