Oh, I leave quite an impression
Five feet to be exact
You're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin'
My body's where they're at
Now I'm gone, but you're still layin'
Next to me, one degree of separation
I heard you're back together and if that's true
You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you
If you want forever, I bet you do
Just know you'll taste me too
Uh-huh
He pins you down on the carpet
Makes paintings with his tongue (la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
He's funny, now all his jokes hit different
Guess who he learned that from
Now I'm gone, but you're still layin'
Next to me, one degree of separation
I heard you're back together and if that's true
You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you
If you want forever, I bet you do (I bet you do)
Just know you'll taste me too
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Every time you close your eyes
And feel his lips, you're feelin' mine
And every time you breathe his air
Just know I was already there
You can have him if you like
I've been there, done that once or twice
And singin' 'bout it don't mean I care
Yeah, I know I've been known to share
Well, I heard you're back together and if that's true
You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you
If you want forever, I bet you do (I bet you do)
Just know you'll taste me too
Taste me too (ow)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you
You, no, yeah, uh-uh
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you
Sabrina Carpenter - Short n' Sweet Album Lyrics
Sabrina Carpenter - Short n' Sweet Lyrics
Writer: Ian Kirkpatrick, Sabrina Carpenter, Julian C. Bunetta, Amy Allen, John Ryan, Julia Michaels
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Please Please Please
Please, please, please
Don't prove I'm right
I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste
It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way
I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes
But just don't
I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy
Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight
I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes
Yeah, I know
All I'm asking, baby
Please, please, please
Don't prove I'm right
And please, please, please
Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another
I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherf*cker
Ah, oh
Please, please, please (ah, ah, ah)
Well, I have a fun idea, babe (uh-huh), maybe just stay inside
I know you're craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice (it's so nice, right?)
And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me
I'm just kidding, but really (kinda), really, really
Please, please, please (please don't prove I'm right)
Don't prove I'm right
And please, please, please
Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing (heartbreak is one thing), my ego's another (ego's another)
I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherf*cker
Ah, oh
Please, please, please (ah, ah, ah)
If you wanna go and be stupid
Don't do it in front of me
If you don't wanna cry to my music
Don't make me hate you prolifically
Please, please, please (please)
Please, please, please (please)
Please (please), please (please), please
(Ah)
Don't prove I'm right
I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste
It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way
I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes
But just don't
I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy
Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight
I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes
Yeah, I know
All I'm asking, baby
Please, please, please
Don't prove I'm right
And please, please, please
Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another
I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherf*cker
Ah, oh
Please, please, please (ah, ah, ah)
Well, I have a fun idea, babe (uh-huh), maybe just stay inside
I know you're craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice (it's so nice, right?)
And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me
I'm just kidding, but really (kinda), really, really
Please, please, please (please don't prove I'm right)
Don't prove I'm right
And please, please, please
Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice
Heartbreak is one thing (heartbreak is one thing), my ego's another (ego's another)
I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherf*cker
Ah, oh
Please, please, please (ah, ah, ah)
If you wanna go and be stupid
Don't do it in front of me
If you don't wanna cry to my music
Don't make me hate you prolifically
Please, please, please (please)
Please, please, please (please)
Please (please), please (please), please
(Ah)
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, Jack Antonoff, Amy Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Graces
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh, oh
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh, oh
When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel
Drawin' hearts 'round our names and dreamin' of writing vows
Rockin' cradles
Don't mistake my nice for naïve
I don't waste a second, I know lots of guys
You do somethin' suspect as cute as bye-bye
Like ooh, baby, you say you really like it being mine
So let me give you some advice
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that
So fast, 'cause no one's more amazin'
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that (like that)
So fast (so fast), 'cause no one's more amazin'
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
That was cool
I won't give a f*ck about you (oh)
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
Yeah
I'll tell the world you finish your chores prematurely
Break my heart and I'll swear I'm movin' on
With your favorite athlete
Shoot a shot every night
Want you every second, don't need other guys
You do somethin' suss, kiss my cute ass bye-ye-ye
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that
So fast, 'cause no one's more amazin' (amazin')
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that (like that)
So fast (so fast), 'cause no one's more amazin'
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh-oh
I won't give a f*ck about you (oh)
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh
No, I won't, I won't give a f*ck about you
No, I won't, I won't, I won't
No, I won't, I won't give a f*ck about you
No, I won't, I won't, I won't
Oh, oh
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh, oh
When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel
Drawin' hearts 'round our names and dreamin' of writing vows
Rockin' cradles
Don't mistake my nice for naïve
I don't waste a second, I know lots of guys
You do somethin' suspect as cute as bye-bye
Like ooh, baby, you say you really like it being mine
So let me give you some advice
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that
So fast, 'cause no one's more amazin'
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that (like that)
So fast (so fast), 'cause no one's more amazin'
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
That was cool
I won't give a f*ck about you (oh)
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
Yeah
I'll tell the world you finish your chores prematurely
Break my heart and I'll swear I'm movin' on
With your favorite athlete
Shoot a shot every night
Want you every second, don't need other guys
You do somethin' suss, kiss my cute ass bye-ye-ye
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that
So fast, 'cause no one's more amazin' (amazin')
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
Boy, it's not that complicated
You should stay in my good graces
Or I'll switch it up like that (like that)
So fast (so fast), 'cause no one's more amazin'
At turnin' lovin' into hatred
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh-oh
I won't give a f*ck about you (oh)
I won't give a f*ck about you
I won't give a f*ck about you
Oh
No, I won't, I won't give a f*ck about you
No, I won't, I won't, I won't
No, I won't, I won't give a f*ck about you
No, I won't, I won't, I won't
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, Julian C. Bunetta, Amy Allen, John Ryan, Julia Michaels
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sharpest Tool
I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed
We had sex, I met your best friends
Then a bird flies by and you forget
I don't hear a word
'Til your guilt creeps in
On a Tuesday, send a soft "Hey"
As if you really don't work all the time
We were goin' right, then you took a left
Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess
Guess I'll waste another year, I'm wonderin' if
If that was casual, then I'm an idiot
I'm lookin' for an answer in between the lines
Lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine
You're confused and I'm upset
But we never talk about it
We never talk about it
We never talk about it
All the silence just makes it worse, really
'Cause it leaves you so top of mind for me
All the silence is just your strategy
'Cause it leaves you so top of mind for me
We never talk about how you
Found God at your ex's house
Always made sure that the phone was face-down
Seems like overnight, I'm just a bitch you hate now
We never talk it through
How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you
Then you logged out, leave me dumbfounded, oh-oh
We were goin' right, then you took a left
Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess
Guess I'll waste another year, I'm wonderin' if
If that was casual, then I'm an idiot
I'm lookin' for an answer in between the lines
Lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine
You're confused and I'm upset
But we never talk about it (talk about it)
We never talk about it (talk about it)
We never talk about it (talk, talk, talk)
(We don't even talk about it)
(We don't even talk about it)
(We don't even talk)
We never talk about how you
Found God at your ex's house
Always made sure that the phone was face-down
Seems like overnight, I'm just a bitch you hate now
We never talk it through
How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you
Then you logged out, leave me dumbfounded, oh-oh
We never talk about it
(We never talk about it)
We never talk about it
Talk, talk, talk about it (we never talk about it)
We never talk about it
(We never talk about it)
We don't talk about it
We don't talk about it
We had sex, I met your best friends
Then a bird flies by and you forget
I don't hear a word
'Til your guilt creeps in
On a Tuesday, send a soft "Hey"
As if you really don't work all the time
We were goin' right, then you took a left
Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess
Guess I'll waste another year, I'm wonderin' if
If that was casual, then I'm an idiot
I'm lookin' for an answer in between the lines
Lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine
You're confused and I'm upset
But we never talk about it
We never talk about it
We never talk about it
All the silence just makes it worse, really
'Cause it leaves you so top of mind for me
All the silence is just your strategy
'Cause it leaves you so top of mind for me
We never talk about how you
Found God at your ex's house
Always made sure that the phone was face-down
Seems like overnight, I'm just a bitch you hate now
We never talk it through
How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you
Then you logged out, leave me dumbfounded, oh-oh
We were goin' right, then you took a left
Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess
Guess I'll waste another year, I'm wonderin' if
If that was casual, then I'm an idiot
I'm lookin' for an answer in between the lines
Lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine
You're confused and I'm upset
But we never talk about it (talk about it)
We never talk about it (talk about it)
We never talk about it (talk, talk, talk)
(We don't even talk about it)
(We don't even talk about it)
(We don't even talk)
We never talk about how you
Found God at your ex's house
Always made sure that the phone was face-down
Seems like overnight, I'm just a bitch you hate now
We never talk it through
How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you
Then you logged out, leave me dumbfounded, oh-oh
We never talk about it
(We never talk about it)
We never talk about it
Talk, talk, talk about it (we never talk about it)
We never talk about it
(We never talk about it)
We don't talk about it
We don't talk about it
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, Jack Antonoff, Amy Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Coincidence
One, two
One, two, three, woo
The second I put my head on your chest
She knew, she's got a real sixth sense
Your name comes up once and it comes up twice
And without her even bein' here, she's back in your life
Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night
And you lost all your common sense
What a coincidence
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Last week, you didn't have any doubts
This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth
Now she's sendin' you some pictures wearin' less and less
Tryna turn the past into the present tense, huh
Suckin' up to all of your mutual friends
And you lost all your common sense (you lost all your common sense)
The way you told me the truth, minus seven percent (minus seven percent)
What a coincidence, uh
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
What a surprise, your phone just died
Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs
Palm Springs looks nice, but who's playin' sides?
Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew
Least that's what you said (that's what you said)
What a coincidence
Oh, wow, you just broke up again
What a coincidence
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
Na-na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
Na-na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
One, two, three, woo
The second I put my head on your chest
She knew, she's got a real sixth sense
Your name comes up once and it comes up twice
And without her even bein' here, she's back in your life
Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night
And you lost all your common sense
What a coincidence
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Last week, you didn't have any doubts
This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth
Now she's sendin' you some pictures wearin' less and less
Tryna turn the past into the present tense, huh
Suckin' up to all of your mutual friends
And you lost all your common sense (you lost all your common sense)
The way you told me the truth, minus seven percent (minus seven percent)
What a coincidence, uh
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
What a surprise, your phone just died
Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs
Palm Springs looks nice, but who's playin' sides?
Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew
Least that's what you said (that's what you said)
What a coincidence
Oh, wow, you just broke up again
What a coincidence
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
Na-na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
Na-na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, John Ryan, Julia Michaels, Amy Allen, Ian Kirkpatrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bed Chem
I was in a sheer dress the day that we met
We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec
You're friendin' me up so we could connect
And what are the odds? You sent me a text
And now, the next thing I know, I'm like
Manifest that you're oversized
I digress, got me scrollin' like
Out of breath, got me goin' like
Ooh (ah)
Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like
Ooh (ah)
Maybe it's all in my head, but I thought we'd have really good bed chem
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
That's bed (bed) chem (chem)
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed
Are you free next week? I thought we'd have really good-
Come ride on me, I mean, camaraderie
Said you're not in my timezone but you wanna be
Where art thou? Why not upon-eth me?
See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy
Ooh (ah)
Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm? Like
Ooh (ah)
I know it sound a bit redundant, but I thought we'd have really good bed chem
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
That's bed (bed) chem (oh, that's bed chem)
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)
Are you free next week? I thought we'd have really good (bed chem)
And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (bed chem)
And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (bed chem)
And I bet it's even better than in my head (my, ooh)
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
That's bed chem (oh, that's bed chem)
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)
Are you free next week? (Are you free next week?) I thought we'd have really good-
Ha (make me go), ha
And I know
Ha (make me go), ha
And I know
Ha (make me go), ha
And I know
Ha (make me go), ha
Ooh, oh, baby
(And I stayed out)
We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec
You're friendin' me up so we could connect
And what are the odds? You sent me a text
And now, the next thing I know, I'm like
Manifest that you're oversized
I digress, got me scrollin' like
Out of breath, got me goin' like
Ooh (ah)
Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like
Ooh (ah)
Maybe it's all in my head, but I thought we'd have really good bed chem
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
That's bed (bed) chem (chem)
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed
Are you free next week? I thought we'd have really good-
Come ride on me, I mean, camaraderie
Said you're not in my timezone but you wanna be
Where art thou? Why not upon-eth me?
See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy
Ooh (ah)
Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm? Like
Ooh (ah)
I know it sound a bit redundant, but I thought we'd have really good bed chem
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
That's bed (bed) chem (oh, that's bed chem)
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)
Are you free next week? I thought we'd have really good (bed chem)
And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (bed chem)
And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (bed chem)
And I bet it's even better than in my head (my, ooh)
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense (just makes sense)
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things
That's bed chem (oh, that's bed chem)
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed (so obsessed)
Are you free next week? (Are you free next week?) I thought we'd have really good-
Ha (make me go), ha
And I know
Ha (make me go), ha
And I know
Ha (make me go), ha
And I know
Ha (make me go), ha
Ooh, oh, baby
(And I stayed out)
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, John Ryan, Julia Michaels, Amy Allen, Ian Kirkpatrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Espresso
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
I can't relate to desperation
My "give a f*cks" are on vacation
And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling
When they act this way, I know I got 'em
Too bad your ex don't do it for ya
Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya (yes)
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya (yes)
That morning coffee, brewed it for ya (yes)
One touch and I brand-newed it for ya
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Holy shit
Is it that sweet? I guess so
I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer
Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger
My twisted humor make him laugh so often
My honeybee, come and get this pollen
Too bad your ex don't do it for ya
Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya (yes)
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya (yes)
That morning coffee, brewed it for ya (yes)
One touch and I brand-newed it for ya (stupid)
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso (yes)
Thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so (yes)
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso (yes)
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo (yes)
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Mm, that's that me, espresso
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
I can't relate to desperation
My "give a f*cks" are on vacation
And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling
When they act this way, I know I got 'em
Too bad your ex don't do it for ya
Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya (yes)
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya (yes)
That morning coffee, brewed it for ya (yes)
One touch and I brand-newed it for ya
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Holy shit
Is it that sweet? I guess so
I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer
Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger
My twisted humor make him laugh so often
My honeybee, come and get this pollen
Too bad your ex don't do it for ya
Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya
Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya (yes)
I know I Mountain Dew it for ya (yes)
That morning coffee, brewed it for ya (yes)
One touch and I brand-newed it for ya (stupid)
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso (yes)
Thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh
Is it that sweet? I guess so (yes)
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso (yes)
Move it up, down, left, right, oh
Switch it up like Nintendo (yes)
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know
That's that me, espresso
Is it that sweet? I guess so
Mm, that's that me, espresso
Writer: Amy Allen, Julian Bunetta, Sabrina Carpenter, Steph Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dumb & Poetic
You're so dumb and poetic
It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic
Every self-help book, you've already read it
Cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented
Ghost of your high brow, manipulation
"In love everyone" is your favorite quotation
Try to come off like you're soft and well-spoken
Jack off to lyrics by Leonard Cohen
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you talk like one doesn't make you a man
You're so sad, there's no communication
But baby, you put us in this situation
You're running so fast from the horrors that you're breakin'
Save all your breath for your floor meditation
You're so empathetic, you'd make a great wife
And I promise the mushrooms aren't changing your life
Will you crash the car and abandon the wreckage?
F*ck with my head like it's some kind of fetish
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you act like one doesn't make you a man
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you leave like one doesn't make you a man
It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic
Every self-help book, you've already read it
Cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented
Ghost of your high brow, manipulation
"In love everyone" is your favorite quotation
Try to come off like you're soft and well-spoken
Jack off to lyrics by Leonard Cohen
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you talk like one doesn't make you a man
You're so sad, there's no communication
But baby, you put us in this situation
You're running so fast from the horrors that you're breakin'
Save all your breath for your floor meditation
You're so empathetic, you'd make a great wife
And I promise the mushrooms aren't changing your life
Will you crash the car and abandon the wreckage?
F*ck with my head like it's some kind of fetish
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you act like one doesn't make you a man
Don't think you understand
Just 'cause you leave like one doesn't make you a man
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, John Ryan, Julia Michaels, Amy Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Slim Pickins
Guess I'll end this life alone
I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me
All the douchebags in my phone
Play 'em like a slot machine
If they're winnin', I'm just losin'
A boy who's jacked and kind
Can't find his ass to save my life
Oh, it's slim pickings
If I can't have the one I love
I guess it's you that I'll be kissing
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Jesus, what's a girl to do?
This boy doesn't even know the difference between "their," "there" and "they are"
Yet he's naked in my room
Missing all the things he's missing
God knows that he isn't living large
A boy who's nice, that breathes
I swear he's nowhere to be seen
It's slim pickings
If I can't have the one I love
I guess it's you that I'll be kissing
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'
Moanin' and bitchin'
Since the good ones call their exes wasted
And since the Lord forgot my gay awakening
Then I'll just be here in the kitchen
Serving up some moanin' and bitchin'
I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me
All the douchebags in my phone
Play 'em like a slot machine
If they're winnin', I'm just losin'
A boy who's jacked and kind
Can't find his ass to save my life
Oh, it's slim pickings
If I can't have the one I love
I guess it's you that I'll be kissing
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Jesus, what's a girl to do?
This boy doesn't even know the difference between "their," "there" and "they are"
Yet he's naked in my room
Missing all the things he's missing
God knows that he isn't living large
A boy who's nice, that breathes
I swear he's nowhere to be seen
It's slim pickings
If I can't have the one I love
I guess it's you that I'll be kissing
Just to get my fixings
Since the good ones are deceased or taken
I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'
Moanin' and bitchin'
Since the good ones call their exes wasted
And since the Lord forgot my gay awakening
Then I'll just be here in the kitchen
Serving up some moanin' and bitchin'
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Juno
(Oh-oh)
Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing
Oh yeah, you just get it (get it)
Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit
God bless your dad's genetics (genetics), mm, uh
You make me wanna make you fall in love
Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah
Wanna try on my fuzzy pink handcuffs?
Oh, I hear you knockin', baby
Come on up
I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might
Let you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two, though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love (oh)
I showed my friends, then we high-fived (oh-oh)
Sorry if you feel objectified (oh)
Can't help myself, hormones are high
Give me more than just some butterflies
You make me wanna make you fall in love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah
Wanna try out some freaky positions? (Ooh-ooh)
Have you ever tried this one?
I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might
Let you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two, though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love
Adore me, hold me, and explore me
Mark your territory
Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Adore me, hold me, and explore me
I'm so f*ckin' horny
Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Oh, I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might (might)
Let you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love
Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing
Oh yeah, you just get it (get it)
Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit
God bless your dad's genetics (genetics), mm, uh
You make me wanna make you fall in love
Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah
Wanna try on my fuzzy pink handcuffs?
Oh, I hear you knockin', baby
Come on up
I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might
Let you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two, though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love (oh)
I showed my friends, then we high-fived (oh-oh)
Sorry if you feel objectified (oh)
Can't help myself, hormones are high
Give me more than just some butterflies
You make me wanna make you fall in love (ooh-ooh)
Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah, ah-ah
Wanna try out some freaky positions? (Ooh-ooh)
Have you ever tried this one?
I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might
Let you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two, though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love
Adore me, hold me, and explore me
Mark your territory
Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Adore me, hold me, and explore me
I'm so f*ckin' horny
Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
Oh, I know you want my touch for life
If you love me right, then who knows?
I might let you make me Juno
You know I just might (might)
Let you lock me down tonight
One of me is cute, but two though?
Give it to me, baby
You make me wanna make you fall in love
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, John Ryan, Amy Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lie To Girls
Don't swear on your mom
That it's the first drink that you've had in, like, a month
No, don't say it was just an isolated incident that happened once
There's no need to pretend
I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend
To something that looks better, I'm stupid, but I'm clever
Yeah, I can make a shit show look a whole lot like forever and ever
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Like you, they'll just lie to themselves
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Don't I know it better than anyone else?
All your best excuses, no, they don't stand a chance
Against all the chances I give you
Isn't ideal, but damn
You don't even have to try, turn you into a good guy
You don't have to lift a finger
It's lucky for you I'm just like
My mother (and my sister)
All my (all my friends)
The girl out ('side the strip club)
Getting her tarot cards read
We love to read the cold, hard facts
And swear they're incorrect
We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Like you, they'll just lie to themselves
You don't have to lie to girls (don't have)
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Don't I know it better than anyone else?
Girls will cry, and girls will lie
And girls will do it 'til they die
And for you, they'll cry
And girls will lie
And do it 'til the day they die (for you)
Girls will cry, and girls will lie (ooh, ooh)
And girls will lose their goddamn minds (ooh, oh)
For you, they'll cry
And girls will lie
And do it 'til the day they die
For you
That it's the first drink that you've had in, like, a month
No, don't say it was just an isolated incident that happened once
There's no need to pretend
I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend
To something that looks better, I'm stupid, but I'm clever
Yeah, I can make a shit show look a whole lot like forever and ever
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Like you, they'll just lie to themselves
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Don't I know it better than anyone else?
All your best excuses, no, they don't stand a chance
Against all the chances I give you
Isn't ideal, but damn
You don't even have to try, turn you into a good guy
You don't have to lift a finger
It's lucky for you I'm just like
My mother (and my sister)
All my (all my friends)
The girl out ('side the strip club)
Getting her tarot cards read
We love to read the cold, hard facts
And swear they're incorrect
We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest
You don't have to lie to girls
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Like you, they'll just lie to themselves
You don't have to lie to girls (don't have)
If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves
Don't I know it better than anyone else?
Girls will cry, and girls will lie
And girls will do it 'til they die
And for you, they'll cry
And girls will lie
And do it 'til the day they die (for you)
Girls will cry, and girls will lie (ooh, ooh)
And girls will lose their goddamn minds (ooh, oh)
For you, they'll cry
And girls will lie
And do it 'til the day they die
For you
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, Jack Antonoff, Amy Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Don't Smile
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
My heart is heavy now, it's like a hundred pounds
It's fallin' faster than the way you love to shut me down
I think I need a shower, my friends are takin' shots
You think it's happy hour, for me, it's not
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Pour my feelings in the microphone
I stay in, and when the girls come home
I want one of them to take my phone
Take my phone and lose your
Number, I don't wanna be tempted
Pick up when you wanna fall back in
You can fake it, but you know I know, oh, I know
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over (oh, no, mm, no, no)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her (I, mm)
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over (ooh)
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
My heart is heavy now, it's like a hundred pounds
It's fallin' faster than the way you love to shut me down
I think I need a shower, my friends are takin' shots
You think it's happy hour, for me, it's not
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Pour my feelings in the microphone
I stay in, and when the girls come home
I want one of them to take my phone
Take my phone and lose your
Number, I don't wanna be tempted
Pick up when you wanna fall back in
You can fake it, but you know I know, oh, I know
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over (oh, no, mm, no, no)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her (I, mm)
Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over (ooh)
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Oh, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
(I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
Writer: Sabrina Carpenter, Jack Antonoff, Amy Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Short n' Sweet is the sixth studio album by American singer Sabrina Carpenter. It was released on August 23, 2024, by Island Records, and is her second album with the record label after Emails I Can't Send (2022). A pop album with country, rock, and R&B influences, Short n' Sweet was produced by Jack Antonoff, John Ryan, Ian Kirkpatrick, and Julian Bunetta.
The album explores Carpenter's love life and her perspectives on 2020s dating. Its title is a reference to the emotional impact of Carpenter's shortest romantic relationships, as well as her physical appearance and the album's brief runtime. Carpenter stated that Short n' Sweet is her second album where she had complete creative control of her music starting from Emails I Can't Send. The album received generally positive reviews from music critics, who praised the confidence of the lyrics and the music's enjoyability but criticized the songwriting as serviceable and low-risk.
Two singles, "Espresso" and "Please Please Please", preceded the album's release; both topped the Billboard Global 200 chart and exposed Carpenter to wider commercial success, marking her breakthrough in the music industry. "Espresso" marked Carpenter's first number-one song on the UK Singles Chart, whereas "Please Please Please" marked her first number-one song on the US Billboard Hot 100.
On working on this album she said:
"I'm starting to feel like I've outgrown the songs I'm singing [on The Eras Tour], which is always an exciting feeling because I think that means the next chapter is right around the corner". While being interviewed by Variety that August, Carpenter described the album as "the hot older sister" of Emails I Can't Send, and said that she "would consider" it as her second "big girl" album, in which she had "full creative control".
To promote the album, Carpenter appeared on various television programs and is set to embark on the Short n' Sweet Tour, the first arena tour of her career, in September 2024.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Sabrina CarpenterThe album explores Carpenter's love life and her perspectives on 2020s dating. Its title is a reference to the emotional impact of Carpenter's shortest romantic relationships, as well as her physical appearance and the album's brief runtime. Carpenter stated that Short n' Sweet is her second album where she had complete creative control of her music starting from Emails I Can't Send. The album received generally positive reviews from music critics, who praised the confidence of the lyrics and the music's enjoyability but criticized the songwriting as serviceable and low-risk.
Two singles, "Espresso" and "Please Please Please", preceded the album's release; both topped the Billboard Global 200 chart and exposed Carpenter to wider commercial success, marking her breakthrough in the music industry. "Espresso" marked Carpenter's first number-one song on the UK Singles Chart, whereas "Please Please Please" marked her first number-one song on the US Billboard Hot 100.
On working on this album she said:
"I'm starting to feel like I've outgrown the songs I'm singing [on The Eras Tour], which is always an exciting feeling because I think that means the next chapter is right around the corner". While being interviewed by Variety that August, Carpenter described the album as "the hot older sister" of Emails I Can't Send, and said that she "would consider" it as her second "big girl" album, in which she had "full creative control".
To promote the album, Carpenter appeared on various television programs and is set to embark on the Short n' Sweet Tour, the first arena tour of her career, in September 2024.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Pop
Producer(s): Julian Bunetta, John Ryan, Ian Kirkpatrick, Jack Antonoff
Length: 36:15
Released: August 23rd, 2024
Year: 2024