More songs by Joy Crookes
Description
Lyricist, Programmer, Composer: Barney Lister
Composer, Background Vocal, Associated Performer, Lead Vocalist, Lyricist: Joy Crookes
Drums: Nathan Allen
Percussion: Oli Savill
Misc. Producer, Bass: Alex Bonfanti
Lyricist, Piano, Composer: Sam Beste
Rhodes Piano, Mellotron: Steve Pringle
Composer, Lyricist: Joel Pott
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Engineer, Executive Producer: Blue May
Assistant Engineer: George Chung
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Executive Producer: Harvey Grant
A& R Director: Fin Kemp
A& R Director: Alastair Kinross
A& R Director: Glyn Aikins
Lyrics and translation
Original
You could keep a million women quiet
Every single one of us you been tricking
We're the apple of your eye
But those dreadlocks get blonder with each lie
I know you been missing on your father
And just because you're hurting, don't mean I need to
Don't say I didn't try
Housing your pain in my light
There's nothing sweet about that
Nothing sweet about that
Roses and parties, and bitches, and lobbies, and white bags
Nothing sweet about that, mm
Look at all the places where we played, baby
Paris will never, never be the same for me
Paris will never, never be the same for me
Kinda wanted you to be my girlfriend
Didn't wanna fuck with no more catholic guilt
When it comes to pride
I'd raise my heart to a girl or guy
But I believed, I believed I was a sinner
Oh, I believed, I believed I was a sinner
Took so long
There's nothing sweet about that
Nothing sweet about that
Roses and parties, and bitches, and lobbies, and white bags
Nothing sweet about that, mm
Look at all the places where we played, baby
Paris will never, never be the same for me
Paris will never, never be the same for me
Look at all the people we're supposed to be
Look how I let freedom get so close, oh-oh
Won't ever be the same for me
Paris will never, never be the same for me
Always in the distance, never coming out
Lessons of a sunset, she'll come back around
I got other places, I got other towns
Lessons of a sunset
Nothing sweet about that
There's nothing sweet about that
Roses and parties, and bitches, and lobbies, and white bags
Nothing sweet about that
No, no, no, nothing sweet about that
Nothing sweet about that
No, no, there's nothing sweet about that
Nothing sweet about that
Nothing sweet about
Nothing sweet about
Nothing sweet about