Top Songs By Chance Waters
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Chance Waters
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Bertie Blackman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chance Waters
Songwriter
Lyrics
She bit my hand so hard that it drew blood,
I think that was the moment I knew true love.
She says she loves who I'd be if I grew up,
but 'til then could I please keep my shoes on?
Cause she says we've still got forever,
we're young and dumb and we don't know better -
and I don't get her - but I tell her...
She'll come around,
well I know, we're up and down
but that won't, mess us around.
No, no, oh-oh...
And this may be jumping in the deep end,
but maybe we could watch some TV on the weekend.
I'll come to yours, maybe we could have some pizzas,
fight about some dumb shit and tell each other secrets.
And while you were getting plates and the tea set,
I saved time and thought of names for our three kids,
but I'll forget them when we argue for no reason.
Tease you endlessly but worry 'bout your feelings.
Cause she says we've still got forever,
we're young and dumb and we don't know better - and I don't get her - but I tell her...
She'll come around,
well I know, we're up and down
but that won't, mess us around.
No, no, oh-oh...
And you say that together we make true love,
and in time you'll show me what you're made of.
And I'd be lying if this wasn't a test,
so get your shit right or I'll give you an F.
Am I foolish? Is this real?
Smashing the tea set to bring you to heel,
but who cares? Who knows?
Clean this mess up and let's give it a go.
Cause he says we've still got forever,
we're young and dumb and we don't know better - and I don't get him - but I tell him...
He'll come around,
well I know, we're up and down
but that won't, mess us around.
No, no, oh-oh...
Our final straw's still holding fast,
our house of sticks won't blow apart.
We laid these bricks on broken hearts
and set a fire in the hearth.
And if the wolves don't fear the sparks,
or if I fuck it up, my God,
I'd rather sit here in the dark.
My love, my love...
Cause she says we've still got forever,
we're young and dumb and we don't know better - and I don't get her - but I tell her...
No, he don't get me, but he tells me...
No, I don't get her...
No, he don't get me...
No, I don't get her, but I tell her...
You'll come around,
well I know, we're up and down
but that won't, mess us around.
No, no, oh-oh...
Writer(s): Chance Dylan Waters, Andrew Albert Burford, Bertie Blackman
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