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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Postelles
The Postelles
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Producer
Gus Oberg
Gus Oberg
Engineer

Lyrics

I won't go, I won't stay
'Til you give me a taste
I wanna feel like that
So I shake, and you sweat
And we dance, now let's sing
Oh no, no, no, no, no
I wanna feel like that
So, tell me do you like that?
(I don't think I like that)
Well, maybe we should stop this
(I wish we never started)
Oh maybe we should go
I wanna feel okay
I got a problem and it drains my soul
Don't tell, nobody knows
I used to feel all right, well now I'm u-u-u-uptight
'Cause the white, white night, oh oh
The white, white night, woah
White, white night for me
Oh, so it's a long way down in New York City
And I fell so fast, it wasn't pretty
It's a long way down, but I wanna go
Oh, 'cause I'm a symptomatic automatic city really misses at
But I don't really care that much 'cause I know where my head is at
Well, oh, now I'm a symptomatic automatic city really dizzy track
Oh, tell me do you like that?
(I don't think I like that)
Well, maybe we should stop this
(I wish we never started)
Well, maybe we should go
To make this go away
I got a problem and it drains my soul
Don't tell, nobody knows
I used to feel all right, now I'm u-u-u-uptight
'Cause the white, white night, oh oh
The white, white night, woah
White, white night for me
'Cause it's a long way down in New York City
Written by: Billy Cadden, Daniel Balk, David Dargahi, John Speyer
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