크레딧
실연 아티스트
LOLO
보컬
Jake Sinclair
백그라운드 보컬
Patrick Stump
백그라운드 보컬
Mark Stepro
드럼
Christopher Wray
기타
Philip Krohnengold
건반
작곡 및 작사
LOLO
송라이터
Jake Sinclair
송라이터
Patrick Stump
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jake Sinclair
프로듀서
Celso Estrada
엔지니어
Suzy Shinn
엔지니어
Pete Lyman
마스터링 엔지니어
Elisa Pangsaeng
엔지니어
가사
Sitting in the corner of the bar
And the neon beer sign up above your head flickers on
Like a bright idea just popped into your dirty, dirty mind
Small talk- can't call me like a dog
Hey, Mr. Rolex-And-Casmere-Sweater,
I hope you got dressed for the cold, cold weather
Oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap
And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me
You might be relatively well dressed
You got your pants pressed
It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine
You might be relatively well dressed
You got your pants pressed
It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Here comes Brandon, Bartender to ask me if there's anything I want
And I just want this man to leave me alone
The more uncomfortable he gets, the more he checks his watch
I'm hoping that it's time he goes home
I'd say I like the color of your Oxford suit
But I hate to say I like a single thing about you
And oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap
And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me
You might be relatively well dressed
You got your pants pressed
It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine
You might be relatively well dressed
You got your pants pressed
It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Hey, Mr. Rolex-And-Casmere-Sweater,
I hope you got dressed for the cold, cold weather
I'd say I like the color of your Oxford suit
But I hate to say I like a single thing about you
And oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap
And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me
You might be relatively well dressed
You got your pants pressed
It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine
You might be relatively well dressed
You got your pants pressed
It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Lauren Pritchard, Jacob Scott Sinclair
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