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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly Rankin
Vocals
Alec O'Hanley
Guitar
Kerri MacLellan
Keyboards
Abbey Blackwell
Bass Guitar
Sheridan Riley
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Molly Rankin
Songwriter
Alec O'Hanley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Molly Rankin
Producer
Alec O'Hanley
Mixing Engineer
Shawn Everett
Mixing Engineer
Ivan Wayman
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Koszler
Assistant Engineer
Amy Forte
Assistant Engineer
Julian Decorte
Assistant Engineer
Nyles Spencer
Assistant Engineer
Phil Hotz
Assistant Engineer
Robbie Lackritz
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Don't wanna be nice
I don't wanna be nice
I don't want your advice
On the run in my tights
I'm going to get what I want
I don't care who it hurts
Took the lessons that I've learned
Once shy, twice burned
Don't wanna belong
I'm not nodding along
I don't care if you write me
Please don't invite me
Hummingbird, get what you want
And flutter off for a little while
Wait, set it on the doorstep
You took the first steps
Mine, should've been mine
Had I just said something, if I wasn't polite
Stuck out my hand, grabbed it and ran
And you wouldn't've been accosted all according to the plan
Don't wanna belong
I'm not nodding along
Don't care if I'm wrong, you unfortunate boy
You've gone AWOL
Hummingbird, get what you want
And flutter off to a different flower
Wait up and the light's out
You took that right out
Mine, should've been mine
Had I just said nothing, if I wasn't polite
Stuck out my hand, grabbed it and ran
And your looking took it forward, and you're looking to the plan
Woke up in the rain, woke up in a sweat
Now you're living in a condo and you wanna forget
There was a time when someone could've said
You can't recreate all the things that are read
Pomeranian spinster
Glass slipper never fit
It took a while, but I'm trying to get over it
Presbyterian ministers
Travel in packs and never split
They deviate in the tiniest concepts
I heard you ask me to smile
Detour right off of the road
Don't ever ask me to smile
Which dress is she going to wear?
What's to be done with her hair?
Don't ever ask me to smile
You'll spend the rest of your days
Taking your foot off the brake
Foot on the brake, foot on the
Writer(s): Molly Margaret Rankin, Alec O'hanley
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