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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ama
Ama
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ama Eranthika Attanayake
Ama Eranthika Attanayake
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Tjandrawinata
Christian Tjandrawinata
Producer

Lyrics

Verse 1
In julie’s house
I’m taking a wild guess that
There’s atleast four walls, and a bathroom, and a door
I’m dying to find out
The shade of her curtains
If they match both her eyes
And If she’s got tiled or laminate floors
Pre-Chorus
It’s been over a year now
I’ve only seen her place through a screen
Man, I’m geeking out
Oh I just can’t wait to see
Chorus
What the inside, of her house
What it looks like
What it would be like for my shoes to track Mud all over her carpet, I wanna know
What the outside, of her hands
What they’d feel like
I bet she moisturises I’m sure they’d feel
So right, I’d hold them so tight
I wanna know, what Julie’s like in real life
Verse 2
In Julie’s kitchen
I wonder where she stashes her mugs and her spoons
Is it near the coffee, right by the kettle or not even close?
Been scratching my head about
Her go-to detergent, the brand of her soap
And its average success rate of fighting
Pasta stains on her stove
Pre-Chorus
I know what you’re thinking
I’d hop in the car and go see for myself
Ask ever the questions
I’d even, take out a note and jot it all down
BRIDGE?!
But my invitation
She’s gone and thrown it out
Shot at, the messenger
Even had him disembowled and
Buried six feet under the ground
So I won’t, no I’ll never get to know
Chorus
What the inside, of her house
What it looks like
What it would be like to take out all her trash and wash her dishes
I’ll never know If the outside
Of her fridge has its own design
What shampoo she uses, a keratin smooth Or frizz reducer, I’ll never know
What Julie’s like in real life
Post-Chorus
I’ll never know, wanna know, I gotta know
I’ll never know
Verse 3/Outro
On Julie’s nightstand, she’d prop me up Against the base of her lamp
And to keep me from falling
A half-full dasani hugging my side
I’ll never get the chance to
Watch her fight with her sheets again
She hated doing that
No more goodnights, no not with words
Or the weight of her eyes
Can someone please ease my mind
Tell me what Julie’s like in real life
Written by: Ama Eranthika Attanayake
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