クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Brackis
Songwriter
Evan Flagel
Songwriter
Beauman Hartrum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Mansfield
Mixing Engineer
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Jackson Badgley
Producer
歌詞
Black latex
On your body
I must confess
There were naughty thoughts on my mind
But we were both wasting our time
Cold hot sex
That's your M.O.
With no pretext
It'd be simpler than what was
Runnin' through our little minds
Oh and there's something in the way she speaks
It makes it hard for me to breathe
And the way she's touchin' on him
It's so damn hard for me to see
I said now my arm's around Jane
And I see your look of disdain
Whoa
Shouldn't have worn my heart on my sleeve
Oh hot damn
Think you're turnin' me to a bad bad man
Why'd ya have to go and waste me?
Guess you were only being kind
So obsessed
Thinkin' bout all of the love you'd give
Why'd ya have to go and waste it?
Don't worry though, I'm doin' fine
There's something in the way she speaks
It makes it hard for me to breathe
And the way she's touchin' on him
It's so damn hard for me to see
I said now my arm's around Jane
And I see your look of disdain
Ooh
Shouldn't have worn my heart on my sleeve
Oh I can tell you're miserable
And I can see you're achin' so,
So stop
Put your records on
'Cause it's gonna be fine
It's been way too long
I don't know who's fault it was
Yours or mine?
Oh now my arm's around Jane
And I see your look of disdain
Whoa
Shouldn't have worn my heart on my sleeve
Written by: Beauman Hartrum, Dylan Brackis, Evan Flagel
