Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carly Rae Jepsen
Lead Vocals
Rob Moose
String Instrument
James Ford
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carly Rae Jepsen
Songwriter
Bo Watson
Songwriter
Nate Cyphert
Songwriter
June Watson Williams
Songwriter
Ethan Gruska
Songwriter
Kyle Shearer
Songwriter
Nate Campany
Songwriter
Ben Romans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Dolhai
Mixing Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
James Ford
Engineer
Lyrics
You're pretty, we're drinkin', so I say what I'm thinkin'
"How come everybody's dancin' but you?"
A deep conversation, a last minute invitation
Yeah, I'm gonna make this easy for you
But it's like this
I put you on my list, so come downtown if you're around
I hope you do
Baby, I insist that I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody tellin' me what to do
When all I need is your eyes across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up
Get a lil' somethin' for your morning cup
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Woah (Come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy
Woah
Shy boy, boy, boy
Woah
You show up, you show late
The room spins, thе earth quakes
I admit that I was waiting for you
My friends want to meet ya
But thеy're only gonna tease ya
'Cause we made a bet you wouldn't come through
But it's like this
I put you on my list, so come downtown if you're around
I hope you do
Baby, I insist that I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody tellin' me what to do
All I need is your eyes across the room, yeah (Hey)
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up (Stir me up)
Get a lil' somethin' for your morning cup
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah
Shy boy, stir me up (Stir me up)
You didn't even know you got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Woah (Come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy
Woah
Shy boy, boy, boy
Woah
He's got the Midas touch (Stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
He's got the Midas touch
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
Shy boy, stir me up (Stir me up)
Get a lil' somethin' for your morning cup
Woah, oh, oh, oh
Woah (He's got the Midas touch)
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch (Turns to gold)
Woah
(Touch, touch)
Stir me up
You can touch my body
(Touch, touch)
You can touch my body
He's got the Midas touch
Stir me up
Everything he touch turns to gold
Writer(s): Nate Campany, Ben Romans, Carly Rae Jepsen, Nate Cyphert, Ethan Gruska, Kyle Shearer, Bo Watson, June Watson Williams
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