Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Geri Halliwell
Geri Halliwell
Vocals
Nick Ingman
Nick Ingman
Conductor
Roddy Lorimer
Roddy Lorimer
Trumpet
The Absolute
The Absolute
Instrument
Gavyn Wright
Gavyn Wright
Leader
Mike Higham
Mike Higham
Programming
Simon C Clarke
Simon C Clarke
Saxophone
Tim Sanders
Tim Sanders
Saxophone
Annie Whitehead
Annie Whitehead
Trombone
Paul Spong
Paul Spong
Trumpet
Shirlie
Shirlie
Vocals
Tracy Ackerman
Tracy Ackerman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Watkins
Andy Watkins
Composer
Paul Wilson
Paul Wilson
Composer
Nick Ingman
Nick Ingman
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul 'P Dub' Walton
Paul 'P Dub' Walton
Engineer
The Absolute
The Absolute
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Wayne Wilkins
Wayne Wilkins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Treat him like a lady) Uh-huh, uh-huh I like chocolate and controversy He likes Fridays and bad company I like midnight, it's when I'm in the mood But he likes the morning, that's when he's rude Just a bad case of opposite sex Have to look to the stars All we need is a little respect 'Cause men are from Venus And girls are from Mars Bag it up, don't drop the baby Boot him out, no buts or maybe Wind him up and make him crazy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Take him back, don't drop the baby Spit it out, no buts or maybe Do your thing, come on, lady (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, lady) I don't take sugar on my color tv Yet he likes it loaded with eye candy I need some space and he needs a room But then he keeps me waiting By leaving too soon Just a bad case of opposite sex Have to look to the stars All we need is a little respect 'Cause men are from Venus And girls are from Mars Bag it up, don't drop the baby Boot him out, no buts or maybe Wind him up and make him crazy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Take him back, don't drop the baby Spit it out, no buts or maybe Do your thing, come on, lady Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, lady Treat him like a lady Treat him like a lady Tease him, please me, chase me, yeah Just a bad case of opposite sex Have to look to the stars All we need is a little respect 'Cause men are from Venus And girls are from Mars Bag it up, don't drop the baby Boot him out, no buts or maybe Wind him up and make him crazy Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Take him back, don't drop the baby Spit it out, no buts or maybe Do your thing, come on, lady Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Treat him like a lady (bag it up) Treat him like a lady (boot him up) Treat him like a lady (wind him up) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Treat him like a lady (take him back) Treat him like a lady (spin him out) Treat him like a lady (do your thing) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) You know what to do now You're in control (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Who's wearing the trousers now? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Treat him like a lady and spit him out Make him crazy (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Writer(s): Andy Watkins, Paul Wilson, Geri Halliwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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