More songs by Bleachers
Description
Vocals, Harpsichord, Dobro, Producer: Jack Antonoff
Drums: Sean Hutchinson
Drums: Michael Riddleberger
Programmer, Acoustic Guitar, Hammond Organ: Mikey Freedom-Hart
Saxophone: Evan Smith
Bass Guitar, Piano, Acoustic Guitar, Saxophone: Zem Audu
Composer Lyricist: Jack Antonoff
Composer Lyricist: Michael Riddleberger
Composer Lyricist: Zem Audu
Composer Lyricist: Sean Hutchinson
Composer Lyricist: Mikey Freedom-Hart
Composer Lyricist: Evan Smith
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm not the type
To ask you about last night or old pickup lines you've heard
And I'm not the type
To ask you 'bout the ones who came before me, baby
I'm just glad you're mine and only, babe
And I'll hold every door for your love like
Ooh, I'm not joking, it was love at first sight
Good Lord, I found you
You held the door, picked up the phone
Started the car, took me on
La-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Good Lord, I found you
And I'm not the type to tell you what you do
I like what you do
And I'm not the type to keep you up all night yammerin'
I know it's hard for you to sleep in
I want the things that are hard to get easier
I want easy light to guide you, baby
Ooh, I'm not joking, it was love at first sight
Good Lord, I found you
You held the door, picked up the phone
Started the car, took me on
La-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Good Lord, I found you
Shout it out, shout it out
Shout it out, shout it out
Shout it out, shout it out
Oh, you got to shout it out
When you want you get, when you get what you want
It's the heaviest when you know it's really on
That's the time to hold tight (oh-oh)
Yeah, it's the time to hold on (you've got to hold on)
As the stakes get wild
Time to draw them big lines (draw the line)
It ain't time to roll (don't run away)
That is the time to stand (don't lose your ground)
Inside of every truth of what it means to be a man (ooh)
When you want what you get, when you get what you want
And all of that fear comes out in the big wash
I'm not joking at all