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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alison Mosshart
Alison Mosshart
Vocals
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Performer
Jack Lawrence
Jack Lawrence
Performer
Jack White
Jack White
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Fertita
Dean Fertita
Songwriter
Jack Lawrence
Jack Lawrence
Songwriter
Jack White III
Jack White III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Skibbe
Bill Skibbe
Recording Engineer
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Jack White
Jack White
Producer
Jessica Ruffins
Jessica Ruffins
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joshua V Smith
Joshua V Smith
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I love you so much. I don't need to resist. I don't need to exist. Dripping blue blood from the wrist. I don't need to resist. And all the neighbors get pissed when I come home. I make em nervous. Yeah, I make em nervous. Crack a window, crack a broken bone. Crack your knuckles when you're at home. Lick an ice cream cone. Crack a bone. All you had to do was ask. Who is it that wears the mask? When you give me the task. Leave me broke and shirtless. Check your lips at the door woman. Shake your hips like battleships. Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service. Sing. Sing. Sing. I only got one face da da da da. I tried too long to erase. You know if I left. da da da da. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left you woman, you know, I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left, you'd never see me again. You'd never see me again. I wouldn't leave a trace. You'd never see me again.
Writer(s): Jack White, Jack Lawrence, Dean Fertita Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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