Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Whitesides
Jacob Whitesides
Songwriter
David Spencer
David Spencer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Spencer
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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