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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allison Ponthier
Allison Ponthier
Vocals
Gian Stone
Gian Stone
Programming
Matthew Neighbour
Matthew Neighbour
Guitar
Rob Humphreys
Rob Humphreys
Drums
Justin Scott Lucas
Justin Scott Lucas
Guitar
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Percussion
Casey Smith
Casey Smith
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allison Ponthier
Allison Ponthier
Composer
Gian Stone
Gian Stone
Composer
Casey Smith
Casey Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gian Stone
Gian Stone
Producer
Matthew Neighbour
Matthew Neighbour
Mixing Engineer
Ben Rice
Ben Rice
Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She knows everything 'bout everything And I know, I know nothing at all She's effortless, delicate But tough enough to get in a brawl Maybe she's hidin' a rabbit's foot, a clover or a crystal ball (ball, ball, ball) And I can't even hate her, she deserves the world and this song I'd say, I wanna wear your skin just for a day I wanna feel special for a change I wanna be the shit, one little taste Of all the thoughts that rattle your brain I bet it's nothin', oh, I bet it's nothin' at all I bet she doesn't cry in therapy 'Cause honestly, her trauma sounds cool She's got the luxury of sufferin' in a heated infinity pool She's the people's princess, pitchfork songstress And I'm a gross fly on the wall (wall, wall, wall) Do I want her life or as a wife? Well, here's what I would say if she called I'd say, I wanna wear your skin just for a day I wanna feel special for a change I wanna be the shit, one little taste Of all the thoughts that rattle your brain I bet it's nothin', oh, I bet it's nothin' at all (bet it's nothin' at all) I wouldn't ever, oh, I wouldn't ever feel small You wouldn't last a day, you wouldn't make it Crumble under the weight when we switch places I'd be the golden child, the special favourite You wouldn't know how good you got it until I take it I'd say, I wanna wear your skin just for a day I wanna feel special for a change I wanna be the shit, one little taste Of all the thoughts that rattle your brain I bet it's nothin', oh, I bet it's nothin' at all (bet it's nothin' at all) I wouldn't ever, oh, I wouldn't ever feel small
Writer(s): Casey Cathleen Smith, Allison Ponthier, Gian Stone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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