More songs by Mulaa Joans
Description
Assistant Engineer: Adele Phillips
Viola: Bruce White
Violin: Charlie Brown
Cello: Chris Worsey
Masterer: Dale Becker
Recorded By: Darren Heelis
Synthesizer: Darren Heelis
Drums, Percussion: Earl Harvin
Leader Strings: Everton Nelson
Assistant Engineer: Felipe Melo
Cello: Ian Burdge
Violin: Ian Humphries
Bass: Jodi Miliner
Assistant Engineer: Louis Knowles
Strings Conductor: Lucy Whalley
Violin: Lucy Wilkins
Violin: Marianne Haynes
Viola: Meghan Cassidy
Vocals: Mulaa Joans
Viola: Nicholas Bootiman
Additional Engineer: Plamen Vasilev
Viola: Reiad Chibah
Organ, Piano: Reuben James
Leader Violin: Richard George
Assistant Engineer: Riley Spencer
Guitar: Sam Lewis
String Arranger: Simon Hale
Double Bass: Stacey Watton
Mixer, Producer, Recorded By: Stephen Fitzmaurice
Violin: Thomas Gould
Violin: Warren Zielinski
Writer: Poppy Hewitt-Smith
Writer: Max Wolfgang
Writer: Ross James
Lyrics and translation
Original
I let you in
You let me down, down, down
Prodigal sin
I see how you move and it's burning my eyes
'Cause you know that I'm just tryna keep you happy
Do the things I know you want
I'm just tryna keep the peace
But that shit's easier said than done
So I'll play along
Do all the things you ask of me, mmm
You're sick and twisted
You love me different
Should've never let you see that side of me
Can't resist it
Don't know my limits
I'll play along for you, but baby, honestly
I'm too insecure for phone sex
You like that you're hurtin' me
'Cause you keep callin' and callin' and callin' and callin' me
It's not black and white, no
No, I would say it's very, very complicated
I ask myself why, oh
Why the hell I feel the need to stay and take it?
Maybe I'm jaded
So I'll keep pickin' up the phone
To tell you anything you want
I'll just lie and say I'm naked, yeah, I'll fake it
'Cause you crave me more
When I yell and scream in symphony, yeah
You're sick and twisted
You love me different
Should've never let you see that side of me
Can't resist it
Don't know my limits
I'll play along for you, but baby, honestly
I'm too insecure for phone sex
You like that you're hurtin' me
But you keep callin' and callin' and callin' and callin' me, mmm
'Cause I'm too insecure for phone sex
You know that you're hurtin' me
Keep callin' and callin' and callin', callin' me