Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CARR
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carly McClellan
Songwriter
Max Hershenow
Lyrics
Peter Thomas
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Hershenow
Producer
Peter Thomas
Producer
Lyrics
Uh!
It's hot outside
You got on your white sweatshirt
I'm not your type
That makes it even better
But in my mind
We've got five kids together
I'm not sentimental when I read star signs, but I couldn't help notice both of ours aligned
Always smoking in your sun room, you're high all the time
I think I love you
Why you gotta be so cold, Charlie?
Don't give me that
Told me I was really special, now you don't hit me back
I'm dying in my room
I can't stop thinking of you (ah!)
Why you gotta be so cold, Charlie?
I want you bad
Red light, green light
I can't keep up with that shit
Cancel our plans
You just avoid attachment
Always smoking in your sun room, you're high all the time
I think I love you
Why you gotta be so cold, Charlie?
Don't give me that
Told me I was really special, now you don't hit me back
I'm dying in my room
I can't stop thinking of you (ah!)
Why you gotta be so cold, Charlie?
I want you bad
(Ah, ah!)
I want you bad
(Ah, ah!)
I want you bad
I'm not sentimental when I read star signs
But I couldn't help notice both of ours aligned
Why you gotta be so cold, Charlie?
Don't give me that
Told me I was really special
Now you don't hit me back
I'm dying in my room
I can't stop thinking of you (ah!)
Why you gotta be so cold, Charlie?
I want you bad
I want you bad
I want you bad
Written by: Carly McClellan, Max Hershenow