Bass Player's Brother
Janie came home for the summer
She fell in love with the bass player's brother
Playing cop under covers
Slick hands like butter
He had a buzz cut, August of '90
She was a box-dyed blonde in a pipe dream
Love is a car chase, crash into mistakes
Sooner or later, you're packing a suitcase
Singin' like
Come on, baby
Tell me that you hate me
You're running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
Give me some tough love, baby
Say it isn't me that's got you
Running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache, it's alright
It's alright
Hot blood in the summer
She fell in love with the bass player's brother
Couple years down the gutter
But Janie, you can't change him
Like a haircut, Mr. America
He took a paper heart just to tear it up
Love is a car chase, crash into mistakes
Sooner or later (you're packing up, packing up, packing up)
Come on, baby
Tell me that you hate me
You're running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
Give me some tough love, baby
Say it isn't me that's got you
Running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Come on, baby
Tell me that you hate me
You're running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
Give me some tough love, baby
Say it isn't me that's got you
Running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
It's alright
Come on, baby (ah)
C-c-come on, baby (ah)
She fell in love with the bass player's brother
Playing cop under covers
Slick hands like butter
He had a buzz cut, August of '90
She was a box-dyed blonde in a pipe dream
Love is a car chase, crash into mistakes
Sooner or later, you're packing a suitcase
Singin' like
Come on, baby
Tell me that you hate me
You're running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
Give me some tough love, baby
Say it isn't me that's got you
Running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache, it's alright
It's alright
Hot blood in the summer
She fell in love with the bass player's brother
Couple years down the gutter
But Janie, you can't change him
Like a haircut, Mr. America
He took a paper heart just to tear it up
Love is a car chase, crash into mistakes
Sooner or later (you're packing up, packing up, packing up)
Come on, baby
Tell me that you hate me
You're running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
Give me some tough love, baby
Say it isn't me that's got you
Running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
It's alright
Come on, baby
Tell me that you hate me
You're running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
Give me some tough love, baby
Say it isn't me that's got you
Running in circles in my mind
Heartache to heartache
It's alright
Come on, baby (ah)
C-c-come on, baby (ah)
Credits
Writer(s): Trent Dabbs, Alexander Joseph Dimauro, Karah Mcgillivray, Robert Sowinski, Chase Lawrence
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