Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jesse Johnson
Jesse Johnson
Glocken
Joshua Cain
Joshua Cain
Gitarre
Justin Courtney Pierre
Justin Courtney Pierre
Gitarre
Matthew Taylor
Matthew Taylor
Bass
Tony Thaxton
Tony Thaxton
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joshua Cain
Joshua Cain
Songwriter:in
Jesse Johnson
Jesse Johnson
Songwriter:in
Matthew Taylor
Matthew Taylor
Songwriter:in
Tony Thaxton
Tony Thaxton
Songwriter:in
Justin Courtney Pierre
Justin Courtney Pierre
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Don C. Tyler
Don C. Tyler
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ed Rose
Ed Rose
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out I'm rocking steady, go Betty won't stop listening to modern rock How she hates to be alone I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine She says, hey I rock the Haro sport, I rock the cowgirl blues I rock too fast for love I'm footloose in my Velcro shoes What's up with Will and Grace? I don't get drum and bass The future freaks me out I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out I'm rocking steady to the beat in my head It goes oh, oh, oh, oh, I know that she's the only one I'd rather waste our time together, yeah, 'cause we can get down Betty can't quit carving question marks on my wrist How come we're so alone We waste away the days with nicotine and television samples From an era we hate to admit we embrace We fail to represent, we fail to be content We fail at everything we ever even try to attempt And so the story goes as only Betty knows It's time to take control I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out I'm rocking steady to the beat in my head It goes oh, oh, oh, oh, I know that she's the only one I'd rather waste my time with her Betty, I need you, I miss you I'm so alone without you To call up on the weekends With my cellular phone Betty it's so hard to relate To the whole human race I don't know where to begin I don't know where to begin If we can both find a way To do the things that we say We might not sit in our rooms And drink our daydreams away Betty, I'm a dreamer I'm not a vicious schemer Oh Betty won't you, ah fuck it I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out I'm rocking steady to the beat in my head It goes oh, oh, oh, oh, I know that she's the only one I'd rather waste our time together, yeah, 'cause we can get down
Writer(s): Matthew Scott Taylor, Joshua Allen Cain, Tony Richard Thaxton, Jesse Mack Johnson, Justin Courtney Pierre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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