Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daya
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oscar Scheller
Songwriter
Grace Tandon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oscar Scheller
Producer
Lyrics
Why don't you come 'round in the afternoon?
Stay 'til the morning, I got nothing to do
I pretty promise that we won't get bored
I've got feelings that I can't ignore
After I saw you and the party was dead
I tried to steal you from your burnt out friends
Making small talk, should've asked you then
In my drafts, I've got a text to send
We could watch an '80s movie
Cut the lights and make it moody
Put your arms around my waist
Let our bodies fade away
Let's make out to Dirty Dancing
Be the latest new romantics
Hold me close while we escape
To a world that's far away, away from here
Take me, take me
Take me away, oh, take me
Take me away from here
I could be your homecoming queen
Or star player on your favorite team
Me and you, up on the silver screen
Come on, baby, don't you ever leave
Can you blame me if I'm paranoid?
Everything I loved has been destroyed
Maybe you'll be my anomaly
If I keep you here in '83
We could watch an '80s movie
Cut the lights and make it moody
Put your arms around my waist
Let our bodies fade away
Let's make out to Dirty Dancing
Be the latest new romantics
Hold me close while we escape
To a world that's far away, away from here
Take me, take me
Take me away, oh, take me
Take me away from here
Take me, take me
Take me away, oh, take me
Take me away from here
Writer(s): Grace Tandon, Oscar Benjamin Alexander Scheller
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