Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roxette
Performer
Per Gessle
Vocals
Marie Fredriksson
Lead Vocals
Clarence Ofwerman
Keyboards
Christer Jansson
Percussion
Shooting Star
Programming
StoneBridge
Remixer
Mats Holmquist
String Conductor
Stockholm Session Strings
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Per Gessle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Per Gessle
Producer
Marie Fredriksson
Producer
Michael Ilbert
Engineer
Clarence Ofwerman
Producer
Mats Persson
Engineer
Mikael Bolyos
Engineer
Ronny Lahti
Mixing Engineer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
StoneBridge
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
What am I gonna do
When I get a little excited, a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say
When I find the center of my heart is a suburb to the brain?
Singing, singing, singing, singing, singing...
You wear them so well, those innocent eyes
You're puttin' on a wonderful disguise
I want you so bad, I'm pushing my luck
It feels like being hit by a truck
And this is no place special
Don't know why I came
If someone has a minute
Won't you explain?
What am I gonna do
When I get a little excited, a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say
When I find the center of my heart is a suburb to the brain?
Singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Being with you, dealing with fire
Oh, won't you come around (come out)
Come out (today) and play?
(I want you so bad) answer my calls
Let's spend the night within these walls
This is no place special
Nothing for the sane (nothing for the sane)
If someone's got minute
Do please explain
What am I gonna do
When I get a little excited, a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say
When I find the center of my heart is a suburb to the brain?
Singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
What am I gonna do
When I get a little excited, a little in pain? Tell me
What am I gonna say
When I find the center of my heart is a suburb to the brain?
Singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing, singing...
Written by: Per Gessle