Crédits
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Natasha Richardson O'Neill
Paroles/Composition
Greg O'Neill
Paroles/Composition
Nicole O'Neal
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Greg O'Neill
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
P David Hazel
Ingénierie de prise de son
Margaret Luthar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Welcome To 1979
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Clay Lomneth
Photographie
Paroles
You don't want me
This is just your greed, your greed
And I'm just a trophy
For private viewing only
And I don't want any lip
I'm sick of hearin' 'bout your mother's tattoos
Be sure and tape up that rib
And here's some sugar for the horse that threw you
You want me around
You want me around
You want me around
(But) you don't want to be around me
I'm a needle in hay
And nobody's got a thimble
So leave someone for me
I'm too prickly for this world
Get out of my way
And no thanks for stealing my horseshoe
It's out of luck, anyway
So here's some sugar for the nag that threw you
You want me around
You want me around
You want me around
(But) you don't want to be around me
You want me around
You want me around
You want me around
(But) you don't want to be around me
Writer(s): Natasha O'neill
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