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