Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Hidden Cameras
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Gibb
Composer
Texty
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
When you stepped out on the floor
You didn't falter
I didn't mean what I said
I was improper
Who taught you all that stuff?
Who gives you orders?
I don't know what you expect
I'm not your daughter
Oh, whoa
You leave nothing on
You keep coming on
The autonomy of man
I couldn't bother
Slow to understand
The natural order
Oh, whoa, whoa
You leave nothing on
You keep coming on
Though I beg inside for more
I keep it under
Why don't we cut all the crap
And start it over?
You kind of look like me
Could be my brother
You tending to me
Just like a mother
Oh, whoa, whoa
I couldn't bother
I want your friend
He wants another
Oh, I hope you know
I'm not your father
I'm doing my damn best
To keep it under
He's home, oh
He's home, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Won't you another?
When I think about where I've been
And where I'm going
You keep coming on
It may be neither
You keep nothing on
Before the night's out
Oh, whoa, whoa
You leave nothing on
Slow to react
Just like my father
Though you know you will respect
Father
Slow to understand
Father
Oh, whoa, whoa
Written by: Joel Gibb
