More songs by Sueco
Description
Guitar: Andrew Goldstein
Keyboards, Producer, Programming: Andrew Goldstein
Drums, Guitar: Colin Brittain
Keyboards, Mixer, Producer, Programming: Colin Brittain
Masterer: Emerson Mancini
Engineer, Mixer: Kevin McCombs
Vocals: Sueco
Writer: William Henry Schultz
Writer: Andrew Goldstein
Writer: Colin Brittain
Writer: Jesse Fink
Lyrics and translation
Original
Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
Seen a centerfold, she was on the pole
Bank account got low, throwing all my paper
She gets off at three, she said, "Come with me"
Guess I'm 'bout to be on my worst behavior
So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby
Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Right when I walk through that door, slurp me up like escargot
50 gigs, all video, filling up my camera roll
Acrobat, Cirque du Soleil, my dick might break
Belt out when she scream my name like Beyoncé
So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby
Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
English translation
Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
Seen a centerfold, she was on the pole
Bank account got low, throwing all my paper
She gets off at three, she said, "Come with me"
Guess I'm 'bout to be on my worst behavior
So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby
Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Right when I walk through that door, slurp me up like escargot
50 gigs, all video, filling up my camera roll
Acrobat, Cirque du Soleil, my dick might break
Belt out when she scream my name like Beyoncé
So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby
Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)