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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Holly Cole
Holly Cole
Vocals
Aaron Davis
Aaron Davis
Piano
David Piltch
David Piltch
Upright Bass
Dougie Bowne
Dougie Bowne
Drums
Cyro Baptista
Cyro Baptista
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Kopelson
Danny Kopelson
Recording Engineer
W. Tom Berry
W. Tom Berry
Executive Producer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Craig Street
Craig Street
Producer

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...this is a dark dance Well you play that tarantella, The hands they start to roar Boys all go to hell The cubans hit the floor They drive along Parkline They tango till they're sore Take apart their nightmeres and leave them by the door Let me fall out of the window With confetti in my hair Just deal out jacks are better From a blanket by the stairs I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed forever more Sure they play my theme song I guess daisies'll have to do Get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews Turn the spit on that pig, kick the drum that let me down Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town. Let me fall out of the window With confetti in my hair Just deal out jacks are better From a blanket by the stairs I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed forever more Sure, she's dressed in Calico, the color of a dog Wave that flag on Cadillac day, a skillet on the walk Cut me a switch or hold your breath, Till the sun goes down Write my name upon the hood, send me off to another town Let me fall out of the window With confetti in my hair Just deal out jacks are better From a blanket by the stairs I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past So send me off to bed forever more So send me off to bed forever more
Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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