Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manilla Times
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Manilla Times
Songwriter
Oliver Neave
Songwriter
Sean Wheldon
Songwriter
Jason Watkins
Songwriter
Jack McKelvey
Songwriter
Songtexte
How did I end up this way
Cause every single word that you say
Has me taken
Dark hair with a hint of blonde
Body sent down from the gods
And I'm not mistaken
I've got a game we can play
Why don't you walk this way
And take me home for the night
Shake it till I fall off
Show me what you're made of
And I think we'll have a nice time
How did I end up this way
It's only quarter past eight and I'm slain
Ohh I'm taken
That black mesh top is screaming loud
You're an eleven out of ten all the way down
And I'm not mistaken
I've got a game we can play
Why don't you walk this way
And take me home for the night
Shake it till I fall off
Show me what you're made of
And I think we'll have a nice time
I've got a game we can play
Why don't you walk this way
And take me home for the night
Shake it till I fall off
Show me what you're made of
And I think we'll have a nice time
I've got a game we can play
Why don't you walk this way
And take me home for the night
Shake it till I fall off
Show me what you're made of
And I think we'll have a nice time
I've got a game we can play
Why don't you walk this way
And take me home for the night
Shake it till I fall off
Show me what you're made of
And I think we'll have a nice time
Written by: Jack McKelvey, Jason Watkins, Manilla Times, Oliver Neave, Sean Wheldon

