歌词
作词 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Ben Joyce/Lawrence Dickens
作曲 : Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Ben Joyce/Lawrence Dickens
Took the third time before I finally caught her name (Uhh)
Held it with the clarity of Autumn rain
It's the morning, the rain stop falling and your girls stopped calling
But you're hoping that she calls again (Uhh)
She said she hates men and that we're all the same
I'm with somebody else I'll probably let it fall to flame
But with her it's like we share the same sort of brain
So I dial her up and see if I can let a fool explain
She's the only one I'm holding when the days cold
And her's the only place I'm heading when the days old
Like when the days young we travelled everyplace told
Creative move on the move ?
(Aye) Cause' she's the one I thought I'd never meet
Two left feet on the leather street (uhh)
Joy started pinging off a better beat
Right now it's better than it ever been
True
(Uhh) My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uhh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break-up we ain't need a reason, to
(Uhh) My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uhh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up never be a reason
(Uhhh) You say you'll get your coat
I say I'll get it for ya'
Checking all your pockets probably the paranoia (Uhh)
Getting close obvious that I adore ya'
One false move and we're history call me Mr Moyer
Maybe you're genuine, maybe I should let you in
Maybe I should focus on myself and get to shed this skin
Or maybe not
You're half-hearted like the melanin and living off this shit this success can bring
They don't know the stress it brings
(Aye) Even though the mess I'm in
Two mortgages you even know the debt I'm in
Suttin suttin' I can't get away with anything
Like my phone blings and I let it ring, right now
I wrote the first verse I've written in weeks
Manager belling my phone but I don't wanna' speak, It's peak (Uhh)
Reject call, message at the beep, select all and then press delete
Peace
(Uhh) My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uhh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break-up we ain't need a reason, to
(Uhh) My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend (Uhh)
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up never be a reason
(Record scratch)
My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend
My French vanilla butter pecan
Bouncing back and forth every weekend