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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
UB40
UB40
Intérprete
James Brown
James Brown
Batería
Earl Falconer
Earl Falconer
Bajo
Norman Hassan
Norman Hassan
Percusión
Brian Travers
Brian Travers
Saxofón
Terrence Wilson
Terrence Wilson
Voces de fondo
Duncan Campbell
Duncan Campbell
Voces de fondo
Robin Campbell
Robin Campbell
Guitarra
Laurence Parry
Laurence Parry
Trompeta
Martin Meredith
Martin Meredith
Saxofón alto
Tony Mullins
Tony Mullins
Teclados
Melvin Duffy
Melvin Duffy
Steel guitar
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Joe Allison
Joe Allison
Composición
Audrey Allison
Audrey Allison
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
James Brown
James Brown
Producción
Earl Falconer
Earl Falconer
Producción
Norman Hassan
Norman Hassan
Producción
Brian Travers
Brian Travers
Producción
Terrence Wilson
Terrence Wilson
Producción
Duncan Campbell
Duncan Campbell
Producción
Robin Campbell
Robin Campbell
Producción
Jamie Travers
Jamie Travers
Ingeniería de grabación
Dan Sprigg
Dan Sprigg
Ingeniería de grabación
Austen Kilburn
Austen Kilburn
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

Put your sealed lips a little closer to the phone
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone
I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low
Put your sealed lips a little closer to the phone
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone
I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he’ll have to go
Miss Pretty, tell me do you love me true?
Or is he holding you the way I do?
Oh love is blind, make up your mind, I’ve got to know
Should I linger or did he tell you, you have to go?
You can say the words I wanna hear
When you leave another man
Do you want the answer yes or no?
Darling I don’t understand
Put your sealed lips a little closer to the phone
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone
I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he’ll have to go
You can say the words I wanna hear
When you leave another man
Do you want the answer yes or no?
Darling I don’t understand
Put your sealed lips a little closer to the phone
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone
I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low
And you can tell your friend there with you he’ll have to go
Written by: Audrey Allison, Joe Allison
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