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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Regrettes
The Regrettes
Performer
Lydia Night
Lydia Night
Lead Vocals
Genessa Gariano
Genessa Gariano
Guitar
Sage Nicole
Sage Nicole
Bass
Maxx Morando
Maxx Morando
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lydia Night
Lydia Night
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brent Arrowood
Brent Arrowood
Assistant Engineer
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Mike Fasano
Mike Fasano
Recording Technician

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're talking to me like a child
Hey, I got news, I'm not a little girl
And no, I won't give you a little twirl
You're talking to me like I'm sad
Hey, I got news, I'm not doin' too bad
Even though sometimes I might get real mad
[Verse 2]
You're talking to me like a child
But my words are growin' stronger
And my legs keep getting longer
[Verse 3]
I'm like nobody else so you can just go fuck yourself
I do a lot of stupid stuff
But don't act like you're so tough
[Verse 4]
You're talking to me like I'm dumb
Well, I've got news, I've got a lot to say
There's nothing you can do to take that away
You're talking to me like I'm hurt
Well, at least I'm not six feet in the dirt
And I'll still kick your ass even in my skirt
[Verse 5]
You're talking to me like a child
Well, I'm not a helpless baby
Not waiting on you to come save me
I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself
I do a lot of stupid stuff
But don't act like you're so tough
[Verse 6]
Fight fire with fire and you'll get burnt
Hey, I think right about now is your turn
Earplugs won't save you anymore
They'll leave you washed up on the seashore
[Verse 7]
You're talking to me like a bitch
Do you ever hear the way that you speak?
Don't have to be so mean just 'cause you're weak
[Verse 8]
I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself
I do a lot of stupid stuff
But don't act like you're so tough
Fight fire with fire and you'll get burnt
Hey, I think right about now is your turn
Earplugs won't save you anymore
They'll leave you washed up on the seashore
Written by: Lydia Night
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