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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arkells
Arkells
Performer
Max Kerman
Max Kerman
Vocals
Mike DeAngelis
Mike DeAngelis
Guitar
Anthony Carone
Anthony Carone
Keyboards
Nick Dika
Nick Dika
Bass Guitar
Tim Oxford
Tim Oxford
Drums
Nick Rose
Nick Rose
Additional Vocals
Kelly Lefaive
Kelly Lefaive
Strings
Christine Chesebrough
Christine Chesebrough
Strings
Emma Vachon-Tweney
Emma Vachon-Tweney
Strings
Igor Saika-Voivod
Igor Saika-Voivod
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Dika
Nick Dika
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Beating the drum all night Dancing naked 'round a fire Leaving trouble behind Swimming in the water We found the tent with the flashlight We were looking for a hideout When you're praying for no strings Sometimes you get tied down And I Never thought that this would happen And you Got all weird after the weekend Sometimes You make out with an old friend And I'm Rounding first, and I'm sliding into second She could never hold her tongue much And when I bit her lip hard Expecting some review like "Two out of five stars" But in a moment, she revealed that She was no different We were just kids, nervous, breathing Showing some forgiveness And I Never thought that this would happen And you Got all weird after the weekend Sometimes You make out with an old friend And I'm Rounding first, and I'm sliding into second And if you don't know And I don't know How these things go Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh In your wooly socks and Birkenstock What will they say about us? At the hour of the evening The night will carry on without us But if we had to play one card And say we both blacked out And my friends seem to trust this They believe this silly kind of cop-out Let me tell ya, now And I Never thought that this would happen And you Got all weird after the weekend Sometimes You make out with an old friend, sometimes And I'm Rounding first, and I'm sliding into second And if you don't know Then I don't know How these things go Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la-la) (Ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la-la) (Ooh-la-la-la, ooh-la-la-la) All I wanna say All I wanna say All I wanna do And I Never thought that this would happen And you Got all weird after the weekend Sometimes You make out with an old friend And I'm Rounding first, and I'm sliding into second, oh, oh, oh And I (everybody, come on now) And you (what am I to do, oh, oh) Sometimes And I (and I'm rounding first, I'm rounding first) And if you don't know Then I don't know How these things go Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Robert Max Kerman, Michael John Deangelis, Timothy James Oxford, Nicholas William Dika Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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