[Intro: Charlie Puth]
Okay
This is a song
About
How
I used to get
Really scared
Around girls
And it goes like
This
[Chorus: Charlie Puth and the Jackson 5]
Won't you please let me
Back to your heart
(Yeah, alright)
Won't you please let me (I'm gonna go in now, this is me going in)
(Here we go)
Back to your heart (Okay)
[Verse 1: Charlie Puth]
'04
Seventh grade
High top and fetus
And I thought I had game
But it turns out that I didn't
And I learned the hard way
When I walked up to this girly
And I asked her "What's your name?"
She said "Don't, stop!
Why are you talking to me?
You're the new kid in town
And you look like your three
And it's easy to see
By your pale-ass skin
That you're always home alone
McCauley Caulkin"
I need consultant
For all of my fears
'Cause I didn't have another girl for four more years
And they gave me every one of their gracing chances
Paid no attention to all their advances
But freshman in college I found my first love
And I took her out to dinner and I thanked the gods above
But when she went to give me a kiss
Had a pain in my stomach
Too much food
Had to vomit
(Ugh, we should do this again sometime--BLUGH)
[Chorus: Charlie Puth and the Jackson 5]
(Ugh, I swear this never happens)
Won't you please let me
Back to your heart
(Oh baby please give me another chance! We could go to the good-house garden)
Won't you please let me (Yeah)
Back to your heart (Mike Ballz, did it, oh!)
[Verse 2: Mike Ballz]
Oh damn
These girls all assessing me
In a line-up, but!
They ain't selecting me
I'm too obedient
And missing one ingredient
I need a little L-O-V-E
Up in this recipe
(Yup)
But they say "nice guys finish last"
So I gotta be an ass if I win my class
Nah, nope, I just can't do it
Maybe they'll be feeling me now I that make some music
Maybe not, I'll go right till I'm famous
Flaunt all of my swag
They'll snag me at A-list
Hey, Taylor Swift, are you feeling this?
Give a rapper a chance
Somebody make sure that she's hearing this
But I'm for real, shit
I just need a chance
Seventh grade girls were laughing at me when I ripped my pants
I'm no Brad Pitt or George Clooney
But I'm a real dude that can make your life feel like a movie
[Chorus: Charlie Puth, Mike Ballz and the Jackson 5]
(Well, uh, probably a low budget movie, actually)
Won't you please let me (Yeah)
Back to your heart (With… With a lot less special effects)
(But, it'll be really cool)
Won't you please let me (And)
You probably wouldn't die in the end
[Breakdown: Charlie Puth, Mike Ballz and the Jackson 6]
Ladies, this your chance
(Grape jam)
Put up your hands
(Or any other body part)
Wave 'em side to side
Let's ride
(Eh, that was lame)
Yeah
It's Mike Ballz, baby
It's Mike Ballz, baby
It's Mike Ballz, baby
It's Charlie Puth, baby
It's Mike Ballz, and Charlie Puth (oh no)
We're chilling up in that booth
(John Wilkes)
But it's not really a booth
'Cause it's just in his living room
(Very convenient)
It's right next to the kitchen
(Uh)
Yo, Charlie, what you dishing?
(Domino's Pizza)
Do you watch the dishes (Won't you please let me)
(Nah)
'Cause you got some dishes in your sink
That sucks
Wash your dishes, son
Boom!
(Charlie Puth, bitch)