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 Sabrina Carpenter
 "SHORT N' SWEET"
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 Released: August 23, 2024 (standard edition)
 February 14, 2025 (deluxe edition)
 Genre: Pop
 TRACK LISTING:
 01.TASTE
 02.PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
 03.GOOD GRACES
 04.SHARPEST TOOL
 05.COINCIDENCE
 06.BED CHEM
 07.ESPRESSO
 08.DUMB & POETIC
 09.SLIM PICKINS
 10.JUNO
 11.LIE TO GIRLS
 12.DON'T SMILE
 BONUS TRACKS (for deluxe edition):
 13.15 MINUTES
 14.PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (featuring Dolly Parton)
 15.COULDN'T MAKE IT ANY HARDER
 16.BUSY WOMAN
 17.BAD REVIEWS
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 Track 01 - TASTE
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, John Ryan, Ian Kirkpatrick
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 CAPO: 3
 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)
 Hе's funny, now all his jokes hit different
 Guеss 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
 [ch]G[/ch] [ch]C[/ch] [ch]F[/ch] N.C.
 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
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 Track 02 - PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
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 CAPO: 2
    
    
 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, plеase
 Don't bring me to tears
 Whеn I just did my makeup so nice
 Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another
 I beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker
 Ah-ooh
 Please, please, please
 I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside
 I know you're craving some fresh air but the ceiling fan is so nice
 And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me
 I'm just kidding, really, really, really
    
 Please, please, please
 Don't prove I'm right
 And please, please, plеase
 Don't bring me to tears
 Whеn I just did my makeup so nice
 Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another
 I beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker
 Ah-ooh
 Please, please, please
 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 (Please)
 Please (Ah-ah-ah)
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 Track 03 - GOOD GRACES
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta
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 CAPO: 3
 I won't give a fuck about you
 Oh, oh
 I won't give a fuck 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 naive
 But don't waste a second, I know lots of guys
 You do somethin' sus, kiss my cute ass bye-bye
 Like ooh, baby, you say you really like it being mine
 N.C.
 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 fuck about you
 I won't give a fuck about you
 I won't give a fuck about you
 That was cool
 I won't give a fuck about you (Oh)
 I won't give a fuck about you
 I won't give a fuck 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
 [ch]Em[/ch] N.C.
 You do somethin' sus, 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 fuck about you
 I won't give a fuck about you
 I won't give a fuck about you
 Oh-oh
 I won't give a fuck about you (Oh)
 I won't give a fuck about you
 I won't give a fuck about you
 Oh, oh
 No, I won't, I won't give a fuck about you
 No, I won't, I won't, I won't
 No, I won't, I won't give a fuck about you
 No, I won't, I won't, I won't
    
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 Track 04 - SHARPEST TOOL
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
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 CAPO: 2
 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 recall 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'rе fine
 You're confused and I'm upsеt
 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'rе fine
 You're confused and I'm upsеt
 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)
 (Talk about it, talk about it)
 (Talk about it, talk about it)
    
 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
 Talk, talk, talk about it (We never talk about it)
 We don't talk about it
 We don't talk about it
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 Track 05 - COINCIDENCE
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, John Ryan, Ian Kirkpatrick
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 CAPO: 2
 N.C.
 One, two
 N.C.
 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 on 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 picturеs wearin' less and less
 Tryna turn thе past into the present tense, ooh
 Suckin' up to all of your mutual friends
    
 And you lost all your common sense (You lost all your common sense)
 When 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
 Ooh, 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)
 Na-na-na, na-na-na (Coincidence)
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 Track 06 - BED CHEM
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, John Ryan, Ian Kirkpatrick
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 NO CAPO
    
    
    
 I was in a sheer dress the day that we met
 We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec
 Your friend hit me up so we could connect
 And what are the odds? You send 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 going 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 wе'd have really good bed chеm
    
 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, babe
 (A little fade out?)
    
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 Track 07 - ESPRESSO
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Steph Jones,
 Julian Bunetta
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 NO CAPO
    
    
    
 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-fucks 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 (Yes)
    
 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 (Yes)
    
 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
 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
 Is it that sweet? I guess so
 [ch]Em7[/ch] [ch]Am[/ch] N.C.
 Mm, that's that me, espresso
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 Track 08 - DUMB & POETIC
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Julia Michaels, John Ryan
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 NO CAPO
 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
 And, "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 hearts 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
 Well, you crashed the car and abandoned the wreckage
 Fuck 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
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 Track 09 - SLIM PICKINS
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
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 CAPO: 2
    
 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[/tab]
 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'
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 Track 10 - JUNO
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, John Ryan
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 CAPO: 3
    
 (Oh-oh)
 Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing
 Oh, yeah, you just get it
 Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit
 God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh
 You make me wanna make you fall in love
 Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you
 Ah, ah, ah
 Wanna try out 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 objеctified (Oh)
 Can't help myself, hormonеs 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 thinking '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 (Ah-ah)
 Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one
 Adore me, hold me (Ah-ah), and explore me (Ooh)
 I'm so fuckin' 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
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 Track 11 - LIE TO GIRLS
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
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 CAPO: 3
 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
 Into 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 of 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 sisters)
 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 (Oh)
 For you, they'll cry
 And girls will lie
 And do it 'til the day they die
 For you
    
    
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 Track 12 - DON'T SMILE
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Steph Jones, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta
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 CAPO: 1
    
    
    
    
    
 Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over
 No, 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 shove 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
 No, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
 Don't smile because it happеned, baby, cry because it's over (I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
 No, 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)
 No, 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)
 No, you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her
 (I want you to miss me, I want you to miss me)
    
    
    
    
    
    
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 Track 13 - 15 MINUTES
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta
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 NO CAPO
    
 The clock is tickin' lately
 Guess that means I'm doin' something right
 Been here a long time, baby
 My gosh, I hope I make it through the night
 It's fleetin' like my battery light
 Hard to hold on to like every guy
 When you're hard, it's just a matter of time
    
 But I can do a lot with fifteen minutes
 Lot of pretty boys, lot of funny business
 Take a couple bucks, turn 'em into millions
 You, you, you know I
 I can do a lot with fifteen minutes
 Only gonna take two to make you finish
 Piss some people off, show 'em what they're missin'
 You, you, you know I can
 Where did all these parties come from?
 When did all you bitchеs get so nice?
 Runnin' out of the woodwork
 And hopin' thеre's no brain between my eyes (My, my)
 Well, it's fleetin' like we're all gonna die (All gonna die)
 Hard to hold a conversation so high (Conversation so high)
 When you're high, they're gonna eat you alive (Alive, alive, alive)
    
 But I can do a lot with fifteen minutes (I can)
 Lot of pretty boys, lot of funny business (Tell me I'm wrong)
 Take a couple bucks, turn 'em into millions
 You, you, you know I
 I can do a lot with fifteen minutes (Sure can)
 Only gonna take two to make you finish (No)
 Piss some people off, show 'em what they're missin' (With you)
 You, you, you know I can
    
 I
 Yeah, I
 Yeah, I
 Well, now, time's up, baby (Na-na-na)
 I'll leak some pictures maybe (No)
 Say somethin' batshit crazy
 I'll do it, don't you make me
 Well, now, time's up, baby (Time's up, baby)
 I'll leak some pictures maybe
 Say somethin' batshit crazy
 I'll do it, don't you make me, yeah, oh (Ah)
 Uh-uh, uh, uh
 Uh, I'll do it
 Oh, I'll do it
 Oh, I'll do it, babe
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 Track 14 - PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (featuring Dolly Parton)
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
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 CAPO: 2
    
 Oh, oh
 Oh, oh
 Mm
 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, plеase
 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 like the others, uh
 Please, please, please (Ah)
 I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside
 I know you're craving some fresh air but the ceiling fan is so nice (It's so nice)
 And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me
 I'm just kidding, but really (Kinda), really (Really), really
    
 Please, please, please
 Don't prove I'm right (Don't prove I'm right)
 And please, please, plеase
 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 like the others, uh
 Please, please, please (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)
 Don't do it, mm
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 Track 15 - COULDN'T MAKE IT ANY HARDER
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, John Ryan, Julian Bunetta
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 CAPO: 1
    
 Oh, what I'd give to be
 Meeting you as the glass-half-full version of me
 I was easier than I am now
 Would've folded, but I can't now
 Heard they say this emotion should be kind
    
 But I couldn't make it
 Any harder to love me
 Your arms are reachin'
 And your eager heart is throbbin'
 I know you're frustrated
 'Cause I will not let you touch me
 You say you can take it
 But you don't know how hard I can make it
 Fuckboys you'll never meet
 Well, you can thank them for a while
 So goddamn reactionary
 And for the graveyard in my stomach
 Filled with pivotal formative comments
 Meanwhile, you're just tryna tell me I look nice (Ooh)
    
 But I couldn't make it
 Any harder to love me
 Your arms are reachin'
 And your eager heart is throbbin'
 I know you're frustrated
 'Cause I will not let you touch me
 You say you can take it
 But you don't know how hard I can make it
    
    
 Oh no
 Oh
 I couldn't make it
 Any harder to love me
 Oh, one day, believe me
 You'll want someone that makes it easy
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 Track 16 - BUSY WOMAN
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, Jack Antonoff
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 NO CAPO
 (Oh, hey)
 Oh
 I'm so mature, collected and sensible
 Except when I get hit with rejection
 To turn me down, well, that's just unethical
 I'll turn into someone you're scared to know
    
 But if you need my love
 My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place
 And if you don't need (If you don't need) my love
 Well, I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway
 Yeah, I'm a busy woman
 I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night
 But if you want my kisses
 I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies (Oh, hey)
 Busy woman, all the time
 Busy woman
 So much to shave and lipstick to reapply
 Maybe for you, though, I could accommodate
 I'm flexible, so just tell me what you like
 Tantric yoga, baby, namaste
 N.C.
 If you don't want me, I'll just deem you gay
    
 But if you need my love
 My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place (Ah)
 And if you don't need (If you don't need) my love
 Well, I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway
 Yeah, I'm a busy woman
 I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night
 But if you want my kisses
 I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies
    
 Busy woman, all the time
 Busy woman for the rest of my life
 My openings are super tight
 Busy woman, unless you call tonight
 Night (Ooh)
 Ooh
    
 But if you need my love
 My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place (Ah)
 And if you don't need (If you don't need) my love (My love)
 Well, I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway
 'Cause I'm a busy woman (Oh, hey)
 I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night
 But if you want my kisses
 I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies
    
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 Track 17 - BAD REVIEWS
 Writer/s: Sabrina Carpenter, Amy Allen, John Ryan, Ian Kirkpatrick
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 CAPO: 4
    
    
    
 I've heard all the bad news and the bad reviews
 Couple bad gut feelings, well, I've had them too
 But, still, I choose to be in love with you
 Been alone for so long, I've got somethin' to prove
 If I close an eye, it's almost like your red flags are blue
 So, still, I choose to be in love with you
    
 Sure, it feels a long past, like you're fresh out of rehab
 And I'm fresh out of any good judgment
 I'm intentionally careless, least I got self-awareness
 Just want someone to love me, who doesn't?
    
    
    
 I've heard all the bad news and the bad reviews
 All the friends tryna save me while I, I cut them loose
 'Cause I refuse to be wrong again
 And I can't lose another boy that's not even my boyfriend
 Still, I choose to be in love with you
 Ooh, still, I choose to be in love with you

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