Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Lead Vocals
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Programming
Jimmy Robbins
Jimmy Robbins
Programming
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Programming
Nicolle Galyon
Nicolle Galyon
Background Vocals
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Songwriter
Jimmy Robbins
Jimmy Robbins
Songwriter
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Songwriter
Nicolle Galyon
Nicolle Galyon
Songwriter
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kelsea Ballerini
Kelsea Ballerini
Producer
Ross Copperman
Ross Copperman
Producer
Jimmy Robbins
Jimmy Robbins
Producer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Editing Engineer
Charles Haydon Hicks
Charles Haydon Hicks
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Luke Burgoyne
Luke Burgoyne
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Testi

He's got the look, he's got the touch He's got the arms that make me clutch And he's not one to make a scene But he deserves the spotlight He ain't from 'round this side of town But he fits in to every crowd And he knows how to do my body and my heart right I know a lady should always be modest but I'm just being honest I don't wanna be a bragger But my man's a heart attacker Like McConaughey and Jagger Hotter than a Saturday night I can't help that I flaunt him (All the time) I understand why you would wanna (I don't mind) And you keep up all the chatter 'bout my happy ever after 'Cause all that really matters is he's mine I've got his nights, I've got his name There ain't no shame in this girl's game If he was yours, you'd do the same Without apologizing And he'll never tell you he don't want attention He's just too damn good not to mention I don't wanna be a bragger But my man's a heart attacker Like McConaughey and Jagger Hotter than a Saturday night I can't help that I flaunt him (All the time) I understand why you would wanna (I don't mind) And you keep up all the chatter 'bout my happy ever after 'Cause all that really matters is he's mine If he were a wine, he'd be the shelf at the top (Top) If he were a house, he'd be the end of the block (Block) Walked up to my heart and went, "Knock, knock, knock" So I've got to show him off I don't wanna be a bragger But my man's a heart attacker (He is) Like McConaughey and Jagger Hotter than a Saturday night I can't help that I flaunt him (All the time) I understand why you would wanna (I don't mind) And you keep up all the chatter 'bout my happy ever after 'Cause all that really matters is he's mine
Writer(s): Jimmy Robbins, Shane Mcanally, Ross Copperman, Kelsea Ballerini, Nicolle Galyon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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