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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Scotty McCreery
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Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Performer
Gusi
Performer
Derek Wells
Programming
Frank Rogers
Programming
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Evan Hutchings
Drums
David Dorn
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
James McNair
Songwriter
Andrés Acosta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gusi
Recording Engineer
Derek Wells
Producer
Frank Rogers
Producer
Aaron Eshuis
Producer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Sean Badum
Assistant Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Texty
Got a party at eight, it's 7:53
Keys in my hands, somewhere to be
And she comes strollin' down the stairs
She got that up-to-somethin' look on her face
Looks like we gon' be fashionably late
But she don't seem to care, so
I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me
She leans her back against the wall
When we walk in and it's past ten
I'ma tell 'em it's her fault
Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans
Hair down and a white tank top
Tell me why she gotta be so mean
Lookin' so good, I can't stop
My hands from touchin' her body
You know I love it, but I got to ask
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why she gotta be like that
Mm, ah
Su mirada es algo irresistible
Y sus labios son inconfundibles
Nunca pude olvidarlo lo que siento
Ya lo sabes, soy muy predecible
Siempre me he sentido así
Desde que la conocí
Me tiene loca la cabeza
Y tienen la culpa, por Dios, por tanta belleza
Cuando la vi pasar, me enloquecí
Con su boquita de caramelo
Ella sabe que me tiene así
Y si me mira, yo toco el cielo
No tiene quien la iguale
Lo que yo siento, quiero que no pare
Dime ya, dime ya
Dime why she gotta be like that
I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me
She leans her back against the wall
When we walk in and it's past ten
I'ma tell 'em it's her fault
Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans
Con su boquita de caramelo
Tell me why she gotta be so mean (why she gotta be so mean)
Y si me mira, yo toco el cielo (I can't stop)
My hands from touchin' her body
Lo que yo siento, quiero que no pare
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why she gotta be like that
Whoa, why she gotta be like that
Whoa, why she gotta be like that
Tell me why, tell me why
Dime, dime, dime tu por qué
Tell me why, tell me why
Writer(s): Jordan Mark Schmidt, Scotty Mccreery, James Mcnair
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