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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maya Hawke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maya Hawke
Songwriter
Benjamin Lazar Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maya Hawke
Producer
Benjamin Lazar Davis
Producer
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Joe Lambert
Engineer
Lyrics
(I've gotta, gotta slow down now)
I go to see Thérèse dreaming
She's stretching out her sore shoulder
Leaning back, eyes closed, reaching up
She's wishing she was older
Dreaming of an Appaloosa
Saddled up, riding out of town
Dreaming of a Shelby Cobra
Digging her tires in the ground
Bleeding, bringing in a new year mess
Unaware of the stain on her dress
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
White kitten in the corner
Obscene, it really says it all
Milk matches her underwear
And get her down, take her off the wall
She dreams of Marlon in Austin
Their bodies tangled in a net
She thinks of him every so often
When she feels like a space cadet
She empathizes with your feelings
She's more interested in ceilings
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
She reminds me of memories
Sleeping off the growing pains
We were sea anemones
Spelling out each other's names
Whispering inside our red house
While the adults were a-sleeping
I guess Thérèse was just for me
A quiet I keep on keeping
Thérèse does not belong to you
The horses, cars and cowboys do
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse, it's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
It's tactless, it's a test
It's just Thérèse
Writer(s): Benjamin Lazar Davis, Maya Hawke
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