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Girls Aloud - No Good Advice (Official Music Video)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Girls Aloud
Girls Aloud
Interprète
Nadine Coyle
Nadine Coyle
Chant
Nicola Roberts
Nicola Roberts
Chant
Kimberley Walsh
Kimberley Walsh
Chant
Cheryl Tweedy
Cheryl Tweedy
Chant
Sarah Harding
Sarah Harding
Chant
Xenomania
Xenomania
Programmation
Tim Powell
Tim Powell
Programmation
Matt Gray
Matt Gray
Programmation
Tim Larcombe
Tim Larcombe
Programmation
Nick Coler
Nick Coler
Programmation
Yoad Nevo
Yoad Nevo
Programmation
Lene
Lene
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Xenomania
Xenomania
Composition
Tim Powell
Tim Powell
Paroles/Composition
Matt Gray
Matt Gray
Paroles/Composition
Tim Larcombe
Tim Larcombe
Écriture
Nick Coler
Nick Coler
Composition
Shawn Lee
Shawn Lee
Composition
Miranda Cooper
Miranda Cooper
Paroles/Composition
Lisa Cowling
Lisa Cowling
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jeremy Wheatley
Jeremy Wheatley
Ingénierie de mixage
Xenomania
Xenomania
Production
Jon Shave
Jon Shave
Assistance de production

Paroles

Daddy told me, "Look into the future, sit at your computer" "Be a good girl" Momma said, "Remember, you're a lady" "Think before you play and straighten your curls" Well, everybody's talkin' like I'm crazy Dangerous and lazy, girl with no soul But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding Baby, 'cause I'm sliding out of control Here I go on the road, crank the stereo I flick the finger to the world below, oh Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn Shut your mouth because your shit might show I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted I don't need some other life, cold and complicated I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me Daddy always told me to remember "Leave the boys 'till later, don't you drop down" Momma said I'd never get to heaven hanging 'till 11 with the wrong crowd Everybody's talkin' like I'm only Just another phoney girl who got played But I dig the music that I'm making, baby And I'm breakin' into your brain Here I go on the road, crank the stereo I flick the finger to the world below, oh Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn Shut your mouth because your shit might show I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted I don't need some other life, cold and complicated I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted I don't need some other life, cold and complicated I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me I don't need no good advice, no well-intentioned sacrifice And I don't need no Sunday trips, no chocolate box or speed for kicks Hell, I don't need no beauty sleep, no need to count those dirty sheep And I don't need no bedtime prayer, 'cause frankly I don't even care
Writer(s): Lene Crawford Nystroem, Nick Coler, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Timothy Elliot Larcombe, Brian Thomas Higgins, Matthew Del Gray, Lisa Cowling, Timothy Martin Powell, Shawn Lee Mahan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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