Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Condon
Electric Guitar
Tyler Ritter
Drums
Patrick Martin
Bass Guitar
Jake Clayton
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Duckstad
Songwriter
Danielle Liann Jackowiak
Songwriter
Michael Wilkerson
Songwriter
Dani Jack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Forehand
Producer
Chad Crawford
Photography
Lyrics
There's something 'bout his long hair, don't care, cigarette
With tore up jeans that are makin me all a mess
And my head keeps telling me no
But my heart's wrapped in his smoke
Tonight I wanna feel a little dangerous
And I'm fallin' for it once again
Watch my feet walk right off the cliff
When I think I've had enough
He's always turnin' up
Same lines, same story, yea baby I'm callin' it
But I'm fallin' for it
Yea I'm fallin' for it
Its an all black crew cab, sliding in the middle seat
Blowing through reds, burnin tread, and pickin up speed
There's fire in his kiss
Right now is as good as it gets
And when it all ends I'll tell myself that's it for me
But I'm fallin' for it once again
Watch my feet walk right off the cliff
When I think I've had enough
He's always turnin' up
Same lines, same story, yea baby I'm callin' it
But I'm fallin' for it
Same lines, same story, yea baby I'm callin' it
But I'm fallin' for it
Yea I'm fallin' for it
I'm fallin' for it once again
Watch my feet walk right off the cliff
When I think I've had enough
That's when he's always turnin' up
Same lines, same story, yea baby I'm callin' it
But I'm fallin' for it
Yea I'm fallin' for it
Writer(s): Michael Wilkerson
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