Nhạc sĩ: Ian Kirkpatrick, John Ryan, Sabrina Carpenter, Julia Michaels, Amy Allen
I was in a sheer dress the day that we metWe were both in a rush,we talked for a secYou friended me up so we could connectAnd one of the odds,you sent me a textAnd now the next thing I know I'm likeManifest, that you're oversized I digress,got me scrolling likeOut of breath, got me going like Ooh,who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent likeOoh,maybe it's all in my headBut I bet we'd have really good bedCan you pick me up from the balcony room?Do I just make sense?And you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things That's badCan you look at me?I know what that meansAreyou free next week?I've been waiting to have really goodCome right on me, I mean camaraderieSaid you're not in my time zone,but you wanna beWhere art thou?Why not uponeth me?See it in my mind,let's fulfill the prophecyWho's the cute guy with the white blue eyes and the big bad mouth?I know I sound a bit redundantBut I've been waiting to have really goodBlack catHow you pick me up and pull me around,oh it just makes senseAnd you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's badHow you looking at me,I know what that means and I'm obsessedAre you free next week?I bet we'd have really goodAnd I bet we'd both arrive at the same timeAnd I bet thethermostat's set at 6-9AndI bet it's even better than mineAre you picking up the bells on your own?Or are you just mixing?Are you talking so slow?When you're doing that face that's bad and kind?Are you looking at me?I know what that means in our love Are you free next week?I bet we're not really good