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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Robert Palmer
Robert Palmer
Chant
Pierre Brock
Pierre Brock
Basse électrique
Dony Wynn
Dony Wynn
Batterie
Kenny Mazur
Kenny Mazur
Guitare
Jack Waldman
Jack Waldman
Claviers
Steve Robbins
Steve Robbins
Claviers
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Robert Palmer
Robert Palmer
Production
Karl Pitterson
Karl Pitterson
Ingénierie de mixage
Kendal Stubbs
Kendal Stubbs
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Benjamin Armbrister
Benjamin Armbrister
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Woah-ah ooh A hot summer night, fell like a net I've gotta find my baby yet I need you to soothe my head Turn my blue heart to red Doctor, doctor give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you A pretty face don't make no pretty heart I learned that, buddy from the start You think I'm cute, a little bit shy Momma, I ain't that kind of guy Doctor, doctor give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you Woah-ah ooh I know you like it You like it on top Tell me momma: are you gonna stop? You had me down, 21 to zip Smile of Judas on your lip Shake my fist, knock on wood I've got it bad, and I got it good Doctor, doctor give me the news I've got a bad case of lovin' you No pill's gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you
Writer(s): John Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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