Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Salty
Performer
Kirsten Tsoltoudis
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cyrus Villanueva
Songwriter
Kirsten Tsoltoudis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cyrus Villanueva
Producer
Lyrics
Sneakin around after midnight
Secretly all mine
And no one knows it yet
Dancing around on a blurred line
Constantly up tight
From post-game, cigarettes
We couldn't, we couldn't take it
All of my patience
Won't be wasted on you
You couldn't, I couldn't fake it
You're running I'm chasing
I'll take myself for the ride, cos
I don't wanna question what you're doing to me
My hands are in my pocket but I fall at your feet
A dangerous obsession
Know it's getting deep
When you want me round in five
And I see you in three
We're holding hands under tables
Sneaking away to
Exchange our silhouette
Do anything that you say to
Quietly playful
Cos I know
That the fun
Goes away if I
Don't bite
We couldn't, we couldn't take it
All of my patience
Won't be wasted on you
You couldn't, I couldn't fake it
You're running I'm chasing
I'll take myself for the ride, cos
I don't wanna question what you're doing to me
My hands are in my pocket but I fall at your feet
A dangerous obsession
Know it's getting deep
When you want me round in five
And I see you in three
Ahhhhhhh ahhhhh ahhh
I don't wanna question
I don't wanna question
I don't wanna question what you're doing to me
My hands are in my pocket but I fall at your feet
A dangerous obsession
Know it's getting deep
When you want me round in five
And I see you in three
Written by: Cyrus Villanueva, Kirsten Tsoltoudis