Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graham Scott McCullough
Songwriter
Lyrics
Had me screaming for it o my god
Had me dreaming of it ur too fine
Now ur rushing me rushing me out the door
You might be stressing
But ur fing something
O darling sing with me ur a braid all weaved in sheets
Turning your face apple red while your legs are cast in led
Writer(s): Graham Mccullough
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