Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Filiph Carl Emanuel Arverot-Falk
Songwriter
Jimmy Tore Lennart Södermark
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don't call me the wicked and the wild one
I think you're playing my mind
But still an eye for an eye doesn't sit quite right
I look for that five out of five
Girl I need no high life
Baby
You've had me caught up, running circles
In a daydream
For weeks
And now
I've got that dirty feel
Way deep, it's getting clear
That we're a lie
Cause every night
I get that dirty feel
When you come over here
It's just not real
The way I feel
(It's just not real, the way I feel)
Look, I think it's time we speak the truth now
No point in dragging this out
You get a kick out of the wrong things
You're kinda mean the way you put things
No I'm no saint but I think it's clear to see
That baby
You've had me caught up, running circles
In a daydream
For weeks
And now
I've got that dirty feel
Way deep, it's crystal clear
That we're a lie
Cause every night
I get that dirty feel
When you come over here
It's just not real
The way I feel
I twist, and turn
I lean, I fall
That's what you get for trusting wrong
Get for trusting wrong
Fading a part of me
I know it's hurting me
I'm trading what I know for what I need
I'm trading what I know for what I need
Baby
You've had me caught up, running circles
In a daydream
For weeks
And now
I've got that dirty feel
Way deep, it's crystal clear
That we're a lie
Cause every night
I get that dirty feel
When you come over here
It's just not real
The way I feel
Writer(s): Filiph Carl Emanuel Arverot-falk, Jimmy Tore Lennart Södermark
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