Nonsense (Sped Up Version) 作词 : Julian Bunetta/Steph Jones/Sabrina Carpenter 作曲 : Julian Bunetta/Steph Jones/Sabrina Carpenter [Intro] Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh, la-la) Da-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah [Verse 1] Think I only want one number in my phone I might change your contact to "don't leave me alone" You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh [Pre-Chorus] But I can't help myself when you get close to me Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "bleh-blah-bleh" I don't want no one else (No, no), baby, I'm in too deep Here's a lil' song I wrote (A song I wrote), it's about you and me (Me) [Chorus] I'll be honest Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in And when you got your arms around me Oh, it feels so good I had to jump the octave I think I got an ex, but I forgot him And I can't find my chill, I must've lost it I don't even know, I'm talkin' nonsense I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (Ah-ah-ah-ah) [Verse 2] I'm talkin' all around the clock I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks I'm talkin' opposite of soft I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts You gotta keep up with me I got some young energy I caught the L-O-V-E How do you do this to me? [Pre-Chorus] But I can't help myself when you get close to me Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "bleh-blah-bleh-bleh" And I don't want no one else (No, no), baby, I'm in too deep (Too deep) Here's a lil' song I wrote (A song I wrote), it's about you and me [Chorus] I'll be honest (Honest) Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense (Nonsense) Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in (When you walk in) When you got your arms around me Oh, it feels so good I had to hit the octave I think I got an ex, but I forgot him And I can't find my chill, I must've lost it I don't even know, I'm talkin' nonsense (Oh-oh) I'm talkin', I'm talkin', I'm talkin' [Bridge] I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (Na-na-na), I'm talkin' (Blah-blah, blah-blah) Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah (Ah-ah) I don't even know anymore (Oh) [Outro] This song catchier than chickenpox is I bet your house is where my other sock is Woke up this morning, thought I'd write a pop hit, ha-ha How quickly can you take your clothes off? Pop quiz That one's not gonna make it Most of these aren't gonna make—