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Description
Masterer: Colin Leonard
Additional Producer: Count Baldor
Programmer: Count Baldor
Producer: Glasear
Guitar: Jkarri
Producer: Jkarri
With Vocals: Kylie Minogue
Mixer: Nickie Jon Pabón
Unknown: PinkPantheress
Producer: PinkPantheress
Programmer, Vocals: PinkPantheress
Producer: The Dare
Programmer: The Dare
Unknown: aksel arvid
Producer: aksel arvid
Additional Producer: phil
Writer: Caroline Ailin
Writer: Harrison Patrick Smith
Composer, Lyricist: Kylie Minogue
Writer: PinkPantheress
Composer, Lyricist: Sarah Hudson
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm freezing outside. I feel my skin tight.
My coat is inside, but I look up at you. I tracked your plane ride. The one you're in tonight.
Tell me, when is the next time I'll run into you? Oh, it sounds insane, but
I'll take the same flight. Wait at your bedside, I'll land right next to you.
I'm good in stateside, but I'll see you tonight.
Tell me, how did a girl like me get into your. . .
You can be my Maricone. Hot, hot, hot, hot. You can be my Maricone.
Hot, hot, hot, hot.
Is it right? I don't know. But you're taking my control. Never been abroad before. But
I'm knocking through your door. But you're nice, so I'll stay.
Never met a British girl, you say. No one treats me this way. All the boys are here the same.
What can I say? What can I do?
I'm tryna be the girl that you're talking to. And maybe you can be my Maricone.
Hot, hot boy. You can be my Maricone. Hot, hot boy. What can you say?
If they give one or two? I'm flying intercontinental with you.
And maybe you can be my Maricone. Hot, hot boy. You can be my Maricone.
Hot, hot.
Yeah. It's Rina Saway.
'Cause you know I could take you high and light up your world. Let me be your one international girl.
I'll be your stateside baby, let's ride.
We could go so, go so, get so high.
You can be my Maricone. Hot, hot boy. You can be my Maricone. Hot, hot.
What can you say? If they give one or two?
I'm flying intercontinental with you. And maybe you can be my Maricone. Hot, hot boy.
You can be my Maricone. Hot, hot. Is it right? I don't know. But you're taking my control.
Never been abroad before. Now I'm knocking through your door. But you're nice, so
I'll stay. Never met nosy girl, you say. No one treats me this way.
All the boys are here the same.