Video musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sports
The Sports
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Pendlebury
Andrew Pendlebury
Composer
Stephen Cummings
Stephen Cummings
Composer

Letra

Well, he's a thief. You know he steal Your heart and ask you how you feel. And it's you that's more the fool, the fool For letting him treat you so cruel. So you're standing on a limb. You're just thinking about him. And you run this and that way, that way While you don't have much to say. Callin' up thru the window She's waiting down below. "Baby! Baby! I can't let go!" She's calling up thru the window. Sneaking out the backdoor You keep coming back for more. And all the intrigues and such That never seem to get too much. (seem to get too much) So you're standing on the corner He says, "Oh, now didn't I warn ya?" But you just wouldn't listen, listen. Now you wonder what you're missin'. Callin' up thru the window She's waiting down below. "Baby! Baby! I can't let go!" She's calling up thru the window. She's callin' thru the window. She's callin' thru the window. You been staying out with strangers. (Staying out with strangers) So once she'll warn you 'bout those dangers. (Dangers, dangers) 'Cause you know that he will come, will come He's out having too much fun. (Having too much fun) Well, he's a thief. You know he steal Your heart and ask you how you feel. (Ask you how you feel) And it's you that's more the fool, the fool For letting him treat you so cruel. (So cruel) She's calling thru the window
Writer(s): Stephen Donald Cummings, Andrew Scott Pendlebury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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