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INTERPRÉTATION
Rad Horror
Rad Horror
Interprète
Charlie Park
Charlie Park
Interprète
Dylan Scott Quagliato
Dylan Scott Quagliato
Interprète
Michael Pellegrino
Michael Pellegrino
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dylan Scott Quagliato
Dylan Scott Quagliato
Paroles/Composition
Michael Pellegrino
Michael Pellegrino
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Charlie Park
Charlie Park
Production
Dylan Scott Quagliato
Dylan Scott Quagliato
Production

Paroles

Believe it or not, I am a wreck But i dress myself well And when i think of a night on the town It's my own living hell But here i am, so spill your guts And i'll pretend to care I'll get the tab, you call for the car Lets get out of here If you take me back to your house I can find a way out I don't wanna leave now If you take me back to your house Come on Don't you expect to wrap me around Your naughty fingertips Cause how bad i don't wanna do this Is the secret on my lips I lay here with you, under your sheets But you're the last thing on my mind I thought'd help but i still see her face It's worth a try If you take me back to your house I can find a way out I dont wanna leave now If you take me back to your house I've been on a bad trip You might have to deal with it You could be my way out If you take me back to your house Come on
Writer(s): Robert Cruz, Dylan Scott Quagliato, Michael Pellegrino, Anthony Peterpaul, Paul Kartelias Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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