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크레딧

실연 아티스트
dodie
dodie
리드 보컬
Peter Miles
Peter Miles
베이스 기타
Dorothy Clark
Dorothy Clark
리드 보컬
Tim Langsford
Tim Langsford
드럼
Patrick James Pearson
Patrick James Pearson
신시사이저
작곡 및 작사
Peter Miles
Peter Miles
송라이터
Dorothy Miranda Clark
Dorothy Miranda Clark
송라이터
dodie
dodie
편곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
dodie
dodie
프로듀서
Peter Miles
Peter Miles
프로듀서

가사

Table for two, that's all sorted I played the man, and you bought it We'll talk over glass, like I own it Give me an inch, I'll postpone it So take a deep breath, a big stretch, baby It'll feel like a movie (maybe) A pep talk in a bathroom corner Do I down the gin, stick to water? You met another, God, I'm my mother Think it's in my blood Yeah, I date like Walmart, bootleg class bitch Any chips or nuts for the hostage So what the f- did I miss? Why the f- did we kiss? (Hey!) I got weird when we made out (yeah) What a goddamn kiss to think about Poured a drink all over my wiring Short a fuse, all cylinders firing It got weird when we made out (yeah) Clearly, I've got shit to figure out Baby, baby, please don't hate me Call me up again, I won't get weird Babe, what's the deal, do you like me? Why do karma and girls love to bite me? I still wait for that pressure to ripen Guess "hot goddamn mess" is your type then A pep talk in a bathroom corner Do I down the gin, stick to water? You met another, God, I'm my mother Think it's in my blood Yeah, just sit there, tell me I'm attractive Is she a date or a captive? And I don't know why Makin' out just made me cry (hey!) I got weird when we made out (yeah) What a goddamn kiss to think about Poured a drink all over my wiring Short a fuse, all cylinders firing It got weird when we made out Clearly, I've got shit to figure out (I got shit to figure out) Baby, baby, please don't hate me Call me up again, I won't get weird I won't get weird Oh, call me up again, I won't get weird No one told me 'Cause I stumbled Where's the reference? (Hmm) That's the old me God forgive her Hyped it up Through a dream Held your hand Suppressed a scream Oh baby, please believe me Let's not make it deeper than it needs to be I got weird when we made out (yeah) What a goddamn kiss to think about (why we made out) Poured a drink all over my wiring Short a fuse, all cylinders firing It got weird when we made out Clearly, I've got shit to figure out (I got shit to figure out) Baby, baby, please don't hate me Call me up again I won't get weird
Writer(s): Peter Miles, Dorothy Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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