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Billie Holiday - That ole devil called love
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Billie Holiday
Billie Holiday
Musique
Camarata
Camarata
Direction d’orchestre
Carl Kress
Carl Kress
Guitare
Dave Bowman
Dave Bowman
Piano
George Wettling
George Wettling
Batterie
Hymie Schertzer
Hymie Schertzer
Saxophone alto
Larry Binyon
Larry Binyon
Saxophone ténor
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Allan Roberts
Allan Roberts
Composition
Doris Fisher
Doris Fisher
Paroles
Camarata
Camarata
Arrangement

Paroles

It's that ole devil called love game Gets behind me and keeps giving me that shock again Put a ring in my eyes Tears in my dreams And rocks in my heart It's that sly ole son of a gun again He keeps telling me that I'm the lucky one again But I still have that ring Still have those tears And those rocks in my heart Suppose I didn't stay, ran away, wouldn't play That devil, what a potion he would brew He'd follow me around Build me up, tear me down Till I'd be so bewildered I wouldn't know what to do Might as well give up the fight again I know darn well he'll convince me And that he's right again When he sings that siren song I just gotta tag along With that ole devil called love He's following around Build me up, tear me down Till I'd be so bewildered I wouldn't know what to do Might as well give up the fight again I know darn well he'll convince me That he's right again When he sings that siren song I just gotta tag along With that ole devil called love With that ole devil called love
Writer(s): Allan Roberts, Doris Fisher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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