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LOLO
LOLO
演唱
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
伴唱
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
伴唱
Mark Stepro
Mark Stepro
Christopher Wray
Christopher Wray
吉他
Philip Krohnengold
Philip Krohnengold
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作曲和作词
LOLO
LOLO
词曲作者
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
词曲作者
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
词曲作者
制作和工程
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
制作人
Celso Estrada
Celso Estrada
工程师
Suzy Shinn
Suzy Shinn
工程师
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
母带工程师
Elisa Pangsaeng
Elisa Pangsaeng
工程师

歌词

Sitting in the corner of the bar And the neon beer sign up above your head flickers on Like a bright idea just popped into your dirty, dirty mind Small talk- can't call me like a dog Hey, Mr. Rolex-And-Casmere-Sweater, I hope you got dressed for the cold, cold weather Oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me You might be relatively well dressed You got your pants pressed It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine You might be relatively well dressed You got your pants pressed It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Here comes Brandon, Bartender to ask me if there's anything I want And I just want this man to leave me alone The more uncomfortable he gets, the more he checks his watch I'm hoping that it's time he goes home I'd say I like the color of your Oxford suit But I hate to say I like a single thing about you And oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me You might be relatively well dressed You got your pants pressed It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine You might be relatively well dressed You got your pants pressed It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Hey, Mr. Rolex-And-Casmere-Sweater, I hope you got dressed for the cold, cold weather I'd say I like the color of your Oxford suit But I hate to say I like a single thing about you And oh you're rich, but your talk is cheap And it's not gonna work, gonna work on me You might be relatively well dressed You got your pants pressed It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine You might be relatively well dressed You got your pants pressed It doesn't mean you're ever getting into mine Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now Keep those bloodshot baby blues to yourself now
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Lauren Pritchard, Jacob Scott Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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