Nonsense Is A Song By Sabrina CarpenterSteph Jones. Lyrics Are Penned By Sabrina CarpenterSteph Jones While Music Is Produced By Julian Bunetta. Official Music Video Is Released On Official Channel.
Nonsense Song Information
| Song Name | Nonsense |
| Film/Album | Emails I Can’t Send |
| Language | English |
| Singer | Sabrina CarpenterSteph Jones |
| Lyrics By | Sabrina CarpenterSteph Jones |
| Composer | Julian Bunetta |
| Produce By | Julian Bunetta |
| Genre | Pop, R&B |
| Release Date | November 14, 2022 |
Nonsense Lyrics
No
(La-la, la-la) da-ah-ah, ah
(Ah-ah, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
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
But I can’t help myself
When you get close to me
Baby, my tongue goes numb
Sounds like bleh, blah, blee
I don’t want no one else (don’t want)
Baby, I’m in too deep
Here’s a lil’ song I wrote (a song I wrote)
It’s about you and me (me)
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
Ooh, 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 have lost it
I don’t even know I’m talkin’ nonsense
I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’ (ah)
I’m talkin’ all around 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?
But I can’t help myself
When you get close to me
Baby, my tongue goes numb
Sounds like blah, blah, bleh, blee
I don’t want no one else (don’t want)
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
I’ll be honest (honest)
Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense
Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in (when you walk in)
When you got your arms around me
Ooh, 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 have lost it
I don’t even know I’m talkin’ nonsense (oh)
I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’
I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’
Blah, blah, blah, blah, uh-uh-uh-uh
Ah
I don’t even know anymore
(Oh)
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
How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz?
That one’s not gonna make it
Most of these aren’t gonna make
