Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Guitar
Connor Ball
Connor Ball
Vocals
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Programming
Bradley Simpson
Bradley Simpson
Guitar
James McVey
James McVey
Guitar
Tristan Evans
Tristan Evans
Drums
Philip Cook
Philip Cook
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Songwriter
Connor Ball
Connor Ball
Songwriter
Bradley Simpson
Bradley Simpson
Songwriter
James McVey
James McVey
Songwriter
Tristan Evans
Tristan Evans
Songwriter
Seye Adelekan
Seye Adelekan
Songwriter
Tim Woodcock
Tim Woodcock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Producer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Christian Wright
Christian Wright
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Dear diary
Want to make a new entry
Oh, you wouldn't believe me
What began today
Well, she called me
Oh, that girl from the party
And I thought she should be on TV
When I first saw her face
She said, "Alright
What are you doing till daylight?"
So I chanced it
I said, "Dancing with you"
She got legs like Beyonce
Give me the eye like Rihanna
I wanna put her on camera
'Cause she drive me crazy, crazy, crazy
Don't need no game show
Or a Hollywood movie, pop video
'Cause as long as she's next to me
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
Dear diary
We finished dinner early
And the way that she kissed me
Sent us on our way
She danced like
A professional all night
And the stars were her spotlight
The city became her stage
And I said, "So
Can I buy a ticket to your show?"
She said, "Front row
If I go home with you"
She got legs like Beyonce
Give me the eye like Rihanna
I wanna put her on camera
'Cause she drive me crazy, crazy, crazy
Don't need no game show
Or a Hollywood movie, pop video
'Cause as long as she's next to me
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
Like a star on a silver screen
(Oh, na-na-na)
Oh, I'm punching above my weight
(Oh, na-na-na)
We're from different sides of this street
(Oh, na-na-na)
And I know, I know, I know
(Oh, na-na-na-na)
Still a little mysterious
(Oh, na-na-na)
Why she taking me seriously?
(Oh, na-na-na)
(Oh, na-na-na)
(Oh, na-na-na)
Dear diary
Want to make a new entry
Oh, you wouldn't believe me
What began today
She got legs like Beyonce
Give me the eye like Rihanna
And I wanna put her on camera
'Cause she drive me crazy, crazy, crazy
Don't need no game show
Or a Hollywood movie, pop video
'Cause as long as she's next to me
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
I got all the girls on TV
(Oh, na-na-na)
Na-ah
(Oh, na-na-na)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(Oh, na-na-na)
Oh-oh-oh
(Oh, na-na-na)
And I know, I know, I know
Still a little mysterious
(Oh, na-na-na)
Why she taking me seriously?
(Oh, na-na-na)
(Oh, na-na-na)
(Oh, na-na-na)
I got all the girls on TV
Written by: Bradley Simpson, Connor Ball, James McVey, Matt Prime, Seye Adelekan, Tim Woodcock, Tristan Evans
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