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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ben Bruce
Ben Bruce
Gitarre
Cameron Liddell
Cameron Liddell
Gitarre
Danny Worsnop
Danny Worsnop
Stimme und Gesang
James Cassells
James Cassells
Schlagzeug
Sam Bettley
Sam Bettley
Bassgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ben Bruce
Ben Bruce
Songwriter:in
Danny Worsnop
Danny Worsnop
Songwriter:in
James Cassells
James Cassells
Songwriter:in
Cameron Liddell
Cameron Liddell
Songwriter:in
Sam Bettley
Sam Bettley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joey Sturgis
Joey Sturgis
Produzent:in
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
Schnitttechniker:in

Lyrics

One, two, three, four (All the things that she said, was it all in my head?) Come on, baby, keep it down Honey, hush your lips Clothes trailing from the backdoor to the bedroom And I don't even know your name Give me all you've got, make this night worth my time Make this worth my time (Oh) What I would give to live this night again I knew when I first saw you You'd fuck like a whore, you'd fuck like a whore I can hear you screaming for more (Yeah) Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison, they bring you to your knees Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison, they bring you to your knees Ah, come on Girl, get down, it's almost over Take it all the way, oh (You stupid fucking whore) And after all of all my dreaming being only you You're standing there, baby, oh, the things that I could do Back to the wall with a drink in my hand Back it up, baby, ride, ride, ride One step too late and I never told you That I can't take another disappointment Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending (Ten inch) With your back against the wall With your face buried in the pillow I see you cold, I feel you heartless Bitch, you stupid fucking bitch You stupid fucking bitch Fucking bitch
Writer(s): Danny Robert Worsnop, Benjamin Paul Bruce, James Arthur Cassells Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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