クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cobra Starship
Cobra Starship
Performer
V.I.P.
V.I.P.
Vocals
Alex Suarez
Alex Suarez
Bass
Gabe Saporta
Gabe Saporta
Vocals
Nate Novarro
Nate Novarro
Drums
Ryland Blackington
Ryland Blackington
Guitar
Victoria Asher
Victoria Asher
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Suarez
Alex Suarez
Songwriter
Gabe Saporta
Gabe Saporta
Songwriter
Nate Novarro
Nate Novarro
Songwriter
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Ryland Blackington
Ryland Blackington
Songwriter
Victoria Asher
Victoria Asher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Producer
Sean Kimon
Sean Kimon
Assistant Engineer
Scott Riebling
Scott Riebling
Engineer
Machine
Machine
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Sorry!
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn, that girl she's scandalous
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
Can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn, that girl she's scandalous
Time to get a tan
It's half-off if you bring a friend
With them crazy press-on nails
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Here's the truth: you're kind of hot
But when you open up to talk
I can feel I'm going soft
(Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Don't ask me to sign your skin
Can't you see these little kids?
And you're the kind of girl I'd take home to mom
If my momma was dead
No good
You're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of
Thinking like maybe I would
So hard to be good
It's so hard to be good
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn, that girl she's scandalous
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
Can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn, that girl she's scandalous
Girl, I dig your fanny pack
Riding low behind your back
Give them boys a heart attack
(Uh oh, uh oh)
But don't come at me with them lips
Saying you just want a kiss
Because Lord only knows where you've been
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Don't ask me to sign your skin
I'm honestly not interested
And you're the kind of girl I'd take home to mom
If my momma was dead
No good
You're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of
Thinking like maybe I would
So hard to be good
It's so hard to be good
No good
You're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of
Thinking like maybe I would
So hard to be good
It's so hard to be good
This is V.I.P party boys
And we got a few things to say to you nasty, trashy hoes
Girl, where'd you get your outfit? Pick-and-pay?
Your momma pick but she sure didn't pay (Slut hole!)
I didn't pay money for my body (What?)
What are you supposed to be?
Some sort of Long Island Lolita, honey? (Lolita?!)
Are you sure you're even a woman? (Hahaha, whoa!)
Is that a house arrest bracelet in your pocket or do you got a dick like me?
You're the kind of girl I'd take home to mom
If my momma was dead
No good
You're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of
Thinking like maybe I would
So hard to be good
It's so hard to be good
No good
You're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of
Thinking like maybe I would
So hard to be good
It's so hard to be good
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn, that girl she's scandalous
S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S
Can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn, that girl she's scandalous
Written by: Alex Suarez, Gabe Saporta, Nate Novarro, Patrick Stump, Ryland Blackington, Victoria Asher
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