Stuttering
The Friday Night Boys Lyrics

You walk into the room and I
I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I.
I wanna tell ya, tell ya, but I just can't speak.
This shouldn't be so difficult.
Why-y. why-why-why-why-why-why,
Tell me why I see you and I just can't breathe.

You're like a bullet, girl, to my heart,
You're like a very far shooting star,
The very thing that I need,
Look at how you get to me

I can never be myself,
How can I when I'm stuck in hell?
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing
Wanna tell you how I feel inside
But every time I go and try
Mutterin', mutterin', muttereh-ing
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing

Don't leave,
I know I effed it up,
That's my luck,
That's just my luh uh uck.
Here I go, Here I go and do it again

You're type,
And I'm just so tongue tuh-ied.
Why-why-why, why can't I get it right?
The words just won't come out,
They wanna take me down
But I'm still around

You're like a bullet, girl, to my heart
Your like a very far shooting star,
The very thing that I need
Look at how you get to me

I can never be myself,
How can I when I'm stuck in hell?
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing
Wanna tell you how I feel inside
But every time I go and try
Mutterin', mutterin', muttereh-ing
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing

You're like a bullet, girl, to my heart
Your like a very far shooting star,
The very thing that I need
Look at how you get to me [Repeat x2]

I can never be myself,
How can I when I'm stuck in hell?
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing
Wanna tell you how I feel inside
But every time I go and try
Mutterin', mutterin', muttereh-ing
Stutterin', stutterin', stuttereh-ing

Muttereh-ing.
Stuttereh, stuttered, stuttereh-ing

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TREVON TRAPPER, TRADESSA WILLIS, OLIVER ELLIOT GOLDSTEIN, ALAIN MACKLOVITCH

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