You're pretty, we're drinking, so I say what I'm thinking
How come everybody's dancing but you?
A deep conversation, a last minute invitation
Yeah, I'm gonna make this easy for you
But it's like this, I put you on the list
So come downtown if you're around
I hope you do, baby, I insist
I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody telling me what to do
When all I need is your eyes across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa, oh-oh (come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
Shy boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
You show up, you show late
The room spins, the earth quakes
I admit that I was waiting for you
My friends want to meet ya
But they're only gonna tease ya
'Cause we made a bet you wouldn't come through
But it's like this, I put you on the list
So come downtown if you're around
I hope you do, baby, I insist
I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody telling me what to do
When all I need is your eyes (hey) across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa-oh (come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
Shy boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
He's got the Midas touch (stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
He's got the Midas touch
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh (he's got the Midas touch)
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa-oh
Touch, touch (stir me up)
You can touch my body
Touch, touch
You can touch my body
He's got the Midas touch (stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold
Shy Boy Video (MV)
Performed By: Carly Rae Jepsen
Written by: Ben Romans, Carly Rae Jepsen, Ethan Gruska, Kyle Shearer, Nate Campany, Nate Cyphert
Carly Rae Jepsen - Shy Boy Lyrics
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You're pretty, we're drinking, so I say what I'm thinking
How come everybody's dancing but you?
A deep conversation, a last minute invitation
Yeah, I'm gonna make this easy for you
But it's like this, I put you on the list
So come downtown if you're around
I hope you do, baby, I insist
I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody telling me what to do
When all I need is your eyes across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa, oh-oh (come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
Shy boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
You show up, you show late
The room spins, the earth quakes
I admit that I was waiting for you
My friends want to meet ya
But they're only gonna tease ya
'Cause we made a bet you wouldn't come through
But it's like this, I put you on the list
So come downtown if you're around
I hope you do, baby, I insist
I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody telling me what to do
When all I need is your eyes (hey) across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa-oh (come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
Shy boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
He's got the Midas touch (stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
He's got the Midas touch
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh (he's got the Midas touch)
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa-oh
Touch, touch (stir me up)
You can touch my body
Touch, touch
You can touch my body
He's got the Midas touch (stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold
How come everybody's dancing but you?
A deep conversation, a last minute invitation
Yeah, I'm gonna make this easy for you
But it's like this, I put you on the list
So come downtown if you're around
I hope you do, baby, I insist
I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody telling me what to do
When all I need is your eyes across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa, oh-oh (come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
Shy boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
You show up, you show late
The room spins, the earth quakes
I admit that I was waiting for you
My friends want to meet ya
But they're only gonna tease ya
'Cause we made a bet you wouldn't come through
But it's like this, I put you on the list
So come downtown if you're around
I hope you do, baby, I insist
I don't care what they say about you
So sick of everybody telling me what to do
When all I need is your eyes (hey) across the room, yeah
Those eyes across the room
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa-oh (come pick me up)
Shy boy, boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
Shy boy, boy, boy, whoa-oh
He's got the Midas touch (stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
He's got the Midas touch
Everything he touch turns to gold or sugar
Shy boy, stir me up (stir me up)
Get a little something for your morning cup
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh (he's got the Midas touch)
Shy boy, stir me up
You didn't even know you've got the Midas touch
Touch, touch, touch, touch
Whoa-oh
Touch, touch (stir me up)
You can touch my body
Touch, touch
You can touch my body
He's got the Midas touch (stir me up)
Everything he touch turns to gold
Writer: Ben Romans, Carly Rae Jepsen, Ethan Gruska, Kyle Shearer, Nate Campany, Nate Cyphert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.