More songs by Maisie Peters
Description
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Adam Burt
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Masterer: Dale Becker
Keyboards: Doug Showalter
Additional Producer: Douglas Showalter
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion: Ian Fitchuk
Producer: Ian Fitchuk
Engineer: Jesse Broc
Mixer: Jon Castelli
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Katie Harvey
Engineer: Konrad Snyder
Unknown: Konrad Snyder
Producer: Maisie Peters
Vocals: Maisie Peters
Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Programmer: Nick Lobel
Unknown: Nick Lobel
Producer: Nick Lobel
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Noah McCorkle
Backing Vocals: Peter Groenwald
Composer, Lyricist: Masie Peters
Composer, Lyricist: Nick Lobel
Lyrics and translation
Original
Girl gone reckless, this love's got me possessive
Like if you lay a hand on him, we're both getting arrested
'Scuse me, sorry, his kisses make me cocky
Call me Kevin Costner the way I'm guarding his body
I really sympathise, I do, I do
If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too
But the problem is he's mine, and it's headline news
He took me off the market, and I took him to the moon
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart, Double Dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe's my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of the city
Best of luck, my regards from his bedroom
"Ride or die," I said it, and I meant it
If he jumps, I'm jumping, no coming back for our senses
His hand in mine, his initials in my necklace
Any man or woman who wants him, I'll have for breakfast
I really sympathise, I do, I do
If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too
But the problem is he's mine and I am his
He took me off the market, so I took him to The Ritz
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart, Double Dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe's my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of the city
Best of luck, my regards from his bedroom
From his bedroom, from his bedroom
Now my address is his mattress in his bedroom
From these white sheets, I got the best view
And everybody's calling me
But my phone don't work, and his phone don't work, and his
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s (509s)
And he's skipping my heart, Double Dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me (with me)
The only air that he'll breathe's my perfume (oh, my perfume)
Send the boys and the girls of the city
Best of luck, my regards from his bedroom
From his bedroom, from his bedroom
And everybody's calling me
But my phone don't work, and his phone don't work, and his