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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Naomi Hamilton
Naomi Hamilton
Vocals
Declan Legge
Declan Legge
Bass
James Hewitt
James Hewitt
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naomi Hamilton
Naomi Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Declan Legge
Declan Legge
Producer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Ben Baptie
Ben Baptie
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Palm trees tickling the skyline, cover me in dead vines
I spoke with the plastic skeletons and they're all drinking
Dandelion wine and admiring the shoreline
Telling me they love it when I tap my tambourine
And wear my skinny jeans or pray like Augustine
Oh, and I good in spite of or because I am 19?
Just tell me what you mean, friend, life is no long weekend
Hope you have it in you to undress again
[Verse 2]
I saw Chicago, it was rotting
Jazz ballads played low, no one saw me
Crawl like a gecko toward sunlight
So may fat crows with appetite
[Verse 3]
Do you wanna dance like a fire ant
In the eye of a long-dead bison?
Do you wanna love like a poet can
The husk of their fruit just ripened?
Do you wanna meet on the cold concrete
Outside our favorite diner?
Do you wanna wrap me up in suede
Smudge off my black eyeliner?
[Verse 4]
Notebooks filled with dirty poems, all slanted like hipbones
Of women who stand and twist the cords of telephones
I kiss your microphone and blame it on hormones
Oh, I've become addicted to the smell of your cologne
But why can't we just keep it our little summer secret?
You should that everything I say won't be repeated
Drink your margarita, flirt with drunk Maria
Chasing skirts like some golden retriever
[Verse 5]
I saw Chicago, it was rotting
Jazz ballads played low, no one saw me
Crawl like a gecko toward sunlight
So may fat crows with appetite
[Verse 6]
Do you wanna dance like a fire ant
In the eye of a long-dead bison?
Do you wanna love like a poet can
The husk of their fruit just ripened?
Do you wanna meet on the cold concrete
Outside our favorite diner?
Do you wanna wrap me up in suede
Smudge off my black eyeliner?
[Verse 7]
Do you wanna dance like a fire ant
In the eye of a long-dead bison?
Do you wanna love like a poet can
The husk of their fruit just ripened?
Do you wanna meet on the cold concrete
Outside our favorite diner?
Do you wanna wrap me up in suede
Smudge off my black eyeliner?
Written by: Naomi Hamilton
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