Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Whitesides
Songwriter
David Spencer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Spencer
Producer
Lyrics
Before we slow it down let me take you out
Show me more of you and what you're all about
Don't wanna fake it
Ain't gonna fake it
Just give me your love, give me your love, give me your love
No you don't have to tell me, tell me, tell me
What this really is, but you got to admit
We're more than sex on a Friday
We're making love all week
Your ex man could never treat you like this
He could lay you down, but did he feel your kiss
You know we've been faking
Ain't gotta fake it
Just give me your love, give me your love, give me your love
No you don't have to tell me, tell me, tell me
What this really is, but you got to admit
We're more than sex on a Friday
We're making love all week
Ooh
Ooh
My love, my love, my love was in the darkest place
Your love, your love, your love was like the brightest flame
Our love, our love, our love is everything
My love, my love, my love was in the darkest place
Your love, your love, your love was like the brightest flame
Our love, our love, our love is everything
My love, my love, my love
Your love, your love, your love
Our love, our love, our love
Ooh
We're like the brightest flame
Everything
Ooh
Writer(s): David Spencer, Jacob Whitesides
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