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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Fenimore
Noah Fenimore
Songwriter
Seth Moreira
Seth Moreira
Songwriter
Stephen Grubb
Stephen Grubb
Songwriter
Preston Brewer
Preston Brewer
Songwriter
Andrew Moring
Andrew Moring
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Fenimore
Noah Fenimore
Engineer
Stephen Grubb
Stephen Grubb
Producer

Lyrics

You may think I'm a criminal But that just ain't right I'll prove it to you, babe If you give me the night Now, I know what you're thinking But just give me a chance We can go to the city And have our last first dance You took my hand and we made it downtown Up to the coffee shop, you took my mug Shot me a look and I knew right then That you knew where I'd been So write me up And turn me in You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed I've felt your touch All on my skin You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed It's the same as it's always been You know we always fight How many times can I say that I'm sorry Before you let me inside? I can guess what you're thinking This was the very last time So come on and just hold me It was a victimless crime It's insane how I almost made it Out on this train but you said my name And I knew right then That you knew where I'd been So write me up And turn me in You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed I've felt your touch All on my skin You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed So write me up And turn me in You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed I've felt your touch All on my skin You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed So write me up And turn me in You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed I've felt your touch All on my skin You caught me red-handed You caught me red-handed
Writer(s): Andrew Moring, Noah Fenimore, Preston Brewer, Seth Moreira, Stephen Grubb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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