Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Orfeh
Vocals
Original Broadway Cast of Pretty Woman
Performer
Steve Gilewski
Bass
Susen Madel
Cello
Juliette Jones
Violin
Sammy Merendino
Drums
Brian Koonin
Guitar
Nate Brown
Guitar
Patrick Sulken
Keyboards
Will Van Dyke
Keyboards
Jocelin Pan
Viola
Alan Wiggins
Vocal Ensemble
Alex Michael Stoll
Vocal Ensemble
Allison Blackwell
Vocal Ensemble
Anna Eilinsfeld
Vocal Ensemble
Brian Cali
Vocal Ensemble
Darius Wright
Vocal Ensemble
Ellyn Marie Marsh
Vocal Ensemble
Jake Odmark
Vocal Ensemble
Jennifer Sanchez
Vocal Ensemble
Jesse Wildman Foster
Vocal Ensemble
Jessica Crouch
Vocal Ensemble
Jillian Mueller
Vocal Ensemble
Lauren Lim Jackson
Vocal Ensemble
Matt Farcher
Vocal Ensemble
Matthew Stocke
Vocal Ensemble
Nico DeJesus
Vocal Ensemble
Renée Marino
Vocal Ensemble
Robby Clater
Vocal Ensemble
Tommy Bracco
Vocal Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Adams
Songwriter
Jim Vallance
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Adams
Producer
Jim Vallance
Producer
Ebonie Smith
Assistant Engineer
Joe Pomarico
Assistant Engineer
Neal Shaw
Assistant Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Scott Skrzynski
Mixing Engineer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Letra
Would I ever give you bad advice?
Have I ever steered you wrong?
Oh, maybe I did once or twice
But now we're singin' a different song
'Cause there ain't no limit on a platinum card
My god, the damage you could do
And he can afford it, let's hit him hard
Just remember, it's all about you
With this kind of money, honey
We're gonna make his day
So start to make your way to
Rodeo drive, baby
Yeah, yo
Black dress, white dress
Stay out all night dress
Trust me, you're gonna have some fun
Red shoes, blue shoes
If you make the right moves
He'll want to see you with your buttons undone
So get what you can, honey
'Cause there ain't nothin' he won't do
Come on, they're waitin' for you on
Rodeo drive, baby
I always thought you deserved the best
Can't wait to see you in a classy dress
This is your moment, don't settle for less
You know you can't go wrong
You don't belong on the boulevard
You're so much more than you think you are
Give Beverly Hills my regards
'Cause that's where you belong
Yeah, where you belong
There ain't much that he ain't got
And girl if I was you
I'd have a blast, I'd go for broke
Hey, what else do you gotta do?
So take what you can, honey
All 'cause you're gonna want a lot
They're gonna think you're hot, hot, hot
Rodeo drive, baby
Rodeo drive, baby
Rodeo drive (rodeo drive)
Rodeo drive
Writer(s): Bryan Adams, James Douglas Vallance
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