Vídeo da música
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tegan Marie
Vocals
Jason Reeves
Background Vocals
Nathan Chapman
Electric Guitar
Nelly Joy
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Nir Z
Drums
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
David Dorn
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Marie
Songwriter
Nathan Chapman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Reeves
Additional Engineer
Nathan Chapman
Producer
Nelly Joy
Additional Engineer
Scott Hendricks
Producer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Juliano
Mixing Engineer
Scott Johnson
Producer
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer
Matt Coles
Assistant Engineer
Letra
Yeah-yeah-oh
Hey, pretty boy
What ya' talkin' 'bout with your big mouth?
Saying your breaking up with me
I don't know why, 'cause in my mind we've been over for a week
Don't go tellin' all of my friends that I'm crazy and I'm mean
You don't wanna start
You don't wanna play this game
It's up to you how you want this to go
Don't light the fuse 'less you want me to blow
I might look sweet, but you don't wanna know
You don't wanna know
You don't wanna know, hey
Take it from my mom, take it from my dad
Take it from all my friends that you might not wanna mess with me
I know how to make a boy cry
We can play it cool, or we can make a scene
I'll put you on the cover of a magazine
You don't wanna mess with me
I know how to make a boy cry
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na
You could be a hero, or a zero, or a weirdo, or the one that got away (away)
Pick your poison, either way I'll be okay
I can't be sorry that I made you sad
It's not my fault that you had to be bad
Keep telling lies if you wanna see mad
You wanna see mad
You wanna see mad
Take it from my mom, take it from my dad
Take it from all my friends that you might not wanna mess with me
I know how to make a boy cry
We can play it cool, or we can make a scene
I'll put you on the cover of a magazine
You don't wanna mess with me
I know how to make a boy cry
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na
I know how to make a boy cry
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na (yeah)
Na, na, na, na, na-na (yeah, oh)
Do what you gotta do
My mascara's waterproof
Say what you gotta say
No black lines running down my face
Do what you gotta do
My mascara's waterproof
Say what you gotta say
No black lines running down my face
Take it from my mom, take it from my dad
Take it from all my friends that you might not wanna mess with me
I know how to make a boy cry
We can play it cool or we can make a scene
I'll put you on the cover of a magazine
You don't wanna mess with me
I know how to make a boy cry
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na
I know how to make a boy cry
Na, na, na, na, na-na
Na, na, na, na, na-na (yeah)
Na, na, na, na, na-na
I know how to make a boy cry
Writer(s): Tegan Marie Thomas, Jason Bradford Reeves, Nathan Paul Chapman, Danelle Leverett Reeves
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