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OFFICIAL LYRICS

1. Smooth Talker

2. Applier

3. In Paris

Lyrics by George Woodford, Adam Mason and Kel Bennett // Music by George Woodford, Adam Mason, Alex Haywood and Kel Bennett.

 

Lyrics by Kel Bennett // Music by George Woodford, Adam Mason, Louis Cowling, Georgia Edmonson and Kel Bennett.

Lyrics by Kel Bennett // Music by George Woodford, Adam Mason, Louis Cowling, Georgia Edmonson and Kel Bennett.

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SMOOTH TALKER

Lyrics

What are you doing to me

You come around at four

What are you doing to me

We don’t speak anymore

And you come back to me

What are you doing to me

What are you doing

What are you doing to me

What are you doing

What are you doing to me

What are you doing

What are you doing to me

What are you doing

 

Ooh

Ooh

 

I’m a quiet guy

More of the shy type

You can sit with me

I’ll make it alright

And we talk alone

He’s a pretty boy taking you home

 

Ooh

Ooh

 

He don’t wanna 

Wake up in

Your bed

He’s a smooth talker

That’s what he said

 

He don’t wanna 

Wake up in 

Your bed

He’s a smooth talker

That’s what he said

 

When you’re waking up alone

And you’re by the gun 

And everything is wrong 

 

When you’re waking up alone

A smooth talker

A smooth talker 

A smooth talker

A smooth talker 

A smooth 

Talker

A smooth 

Talker 

 

He don’t wanna 

Wake up in

Your bed

No he’s a smooth talker 

That’s what he said

He don’t wanna 

Wake up in

Your bed

No he’s a smooth talker 

That’s what he said

 

What are you doing to me 

What are you doing 

What are you doing to me 

What are you doing 

What are you doing to me 

What are you doing 

What are you doing to me 

What are you doing 

What are you doing to me 

What are you doing 

What are you doing to me

What are you doing 

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APPLIER

Lyrics

From the top of my head,

From the top of my head

I’d set it down

Just to lay it to rest

Yeah It’s been long enough thinking about it

 

Varsity on your chest

Your versatility breaks when you’re coming round 

Tell me what I do best,

Show me what I do best 

 

Oh don’t you play these games like before

We come up then we throw it on the floor

 

Don’t you play these games like before

Like before

 

You had me held up against my

Own desires you’re an Applier

 

You had me held up against my

Own desires, you’re an Applier

 

You tell me that you want me 

Well I’m not there

You wanna take it, take it?

You wanna take it, take it?

 

You tell me that you want me 

Well I’m not there

You wanna take it, take it?

You wanna take it, take it?

 

From her thoughts in her head

From the thoughts she’d manifest in there 

Well it cleared up

the pain

She was seeking less of a relation

 

From the top to the end

She had herself a big old mess she’d made

Then she took it to send 

Then she told me be careful around us

 

You had me head up against my

Own desires, you’re an Applier

 

You had me head up against my

Own desires, you’re an Applier

 

You tell me that you want me 

Well I’m not there

You wanna take it, take it?

You wanna take it, take it?

 

You tell me that you want me 

Well I’m not there

You wanna take it, take it?

You wanna take it, take it?

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IN PARIS

Lyrics

I’m emotional 

I’ve been riding on the cuff

Back in a world where

I’m infatuated with the backhand of our youth 

 

It was a little weak but

You got me feeling alright 

Rendering like an old vibe 

Well am I living tonight?

Am I living?

 

Back in Paris when

We screwed it up screwed it up

I wasn’t ready for ready for 

We screwed it up screwed it up

I wasn’t ready for ready for...

 

When I’m coming through

I want to live it like that’s what I do 

I’ve been working on my Head again 

This is so wrong it’s so wrong

 

Took the flight out

Didn’t know where we were going

The temperature dropped and we know it yeah

Didn’t know where we were going

The temperature dropped and 

 

Back in Paris when

We screwed it up screwed it up

I wasn’t ready for ready for 

We screwed it up screwed it up

I wasn’t ready for, ready for 

 

We screwed it up, screwed it up

We screwed it up, screwed it up 

 

We screwed it up, screwed it up

We screwed it up, screwed it up 

 

Flew myself away,

You took some time to play.

(Repeat) 

 

Flew myself away

I flew myself,

Back in Paris when 

We screwed it up, screwed it up

I wasn’t ready for, ready for

We screwed it up, screwed it up,

I wasn’t ready for, ready for

 

We screwed it up, screwed it up

We screwed it up, screwed it up 

 

We screwed it up, screwed it up

We screwed it up, screwed it up 

 

Oh oh oh oh oh 

Oh oh oh oh oh 

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