Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fred Cimato
Fred Cimato
Bass
Tom Falcone
Tom Falcone
Drums
Jeff Czum
Jeff Czum
Guitar
Shaant
Shaant
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Words-Shaant
Words-Shaant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Leavitt
Paul Leavitt
Assistant Engineer
Matt Squire
Matt Squire
Producer

Lyrics

Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch I am safe, quaint and eloquent But my bottom lip along with the top one too Is chapped and it's all thanks to you We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss But it never came And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss It was but a game You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone (The bone, the bone) You trained these lips when they were champs And now they're itchin' for a comeback So come back It's a shame that your claim to fame Hangs on someone else's name So come back Such a task and this is such a blast And such a task And such a task and this is such a blast And all that jazz You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone You have a dangerous face and illegal taste And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade Be patient, behave You have a dangerous face and illegal taste And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade Be patient, behave You have a dangerous face and illegal taste And that strap is fallen on that shoulder blade Be patient, behave You trained these lips when they were champs And now they're itchin' for a comeback You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone
Writer(s): Fernando Cimato, Shaant Hacikyan, Jeff Czum, Tom Falcone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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