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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fickle Friends
Fickle Friends
Performer
NATASSJA LUCY ELLEN SHINER
NATASSJA LUCY ELLEN SHINER
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Wilson
Jack Wilson
Songwriter
NATASSJA LUCY ELLEN SHINER
NATASSJA LUCY ELLEN SHINER
Songwriter
SAMUEL JAMES MORRIS
SAMUEL JAMES MORRIS
Songwriter
JACK TREBOR HERRINGTON
JACK TREBOR HERRINGTON
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Wilson
Jack Wilson
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Kissed someone at a party
Apparently, they were pretty great
I've not a clue what they look like
'Cause they were all up in my face
[Verse 2]
In the background there were fireworks exploding
And I could tell it was a pivotal moment
When our lips touched
It felt like love, it felt like love
[Verse 3]
No, I can't remember
What is their name?
'Cause I drank too much and got carried away
[Verse 4]
I just can't get you out of my head
Sharing our secrets in my best friend's bed
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best (Said I was the fucking best)
Now I'm alone and I feel so dead
Wish I could be talking to you instead
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best (Said I was the fucking best)
[Verse 5]
Met someone at a party
I think that we had mutual friends
I didn't make much effort because
I didn't know what to expect
In the early hours things got messy
Then my memory blanks so I'm just guessing
That I got lost
And fell in love, I fell in love
[Verse 6]
No, I can't remember
What is their name?
'Cause I drank tequila and got carried away
[Verse 7]
I just can't get you out of my head
Sharing our secrets in my best friend's bed
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best (Said I was the fucking best)
Now I'm alone and I feel so dead
Wish I could be talking to you instead
The only thing that I refuse to forget
Is when you said I was the fucking best (Said I was the fucking best)
[Verse 8]
How much did I miss?
And then it hits me like a tonne of bricks
And it all comes flooding back
And I remember
Yes, I remember it all
[Verse 9]
Guarding the door as I get dressed
Rolling a cigarette with such finesse
That's a picture I will never forget
And yeah, it was the fucking best (Yeah, it was the fucking best)
Written by: JACK TREBOR HERRINGTON, Jack Wilson, NATASSJA LUCY ELLEN SHINER, SAMUEL JAMES MORRIS
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