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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Al Jarreau
Al Jarreau
Chant
Abe Laboriel
Abe Laboriel
Basse
Joe Correro
Joe Correro
Batterie
Tom Canning
Tom Canning
Claviers
Lynn Blessing
Lynn Blessing
Vibraphone
Abraham Laboriel Sr.
Abraham Laboriel Sr.
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Paul Desmond
Paul Desmond
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Al Schmitt
Al Schmitt
Production
Matt Pierson
Matt Pierson
Production
Tommy LiPuma
Tommy LiPuma
Production

Paroles

*Scatting* Just stop and take a little time out with me. Oh just take five, just take five. Stop your busy day and take the time out to see That I'm alive, I'm alive. Oh, though I'm going out of my way Just so I can pass by each day Not a single word do we say It's a pantomine, I'm out of time. Still I know our eyes often meet, I feel tingles down to my feet, When you smile, that's much too discreet. Sends me on my way. Now wouldn't it be better not to be so polite When you could offer a light? Just start a little conversation now, it's alright When you're taking five...(ah-ha) Five! *Scatting* Won't ya take a little time out with me (my pretty) Baby take five. Stop your busy day and take the time to see, girl, that i'm alive Though I'm going out of my way Just so I can pass by each day Not a single word do we say It's a pantomine, I'm out of time Still I know our eyes often meet, I feel tingles down to my feet, When you smile, that's much too discreet. Sends me on my way. Wouldn't it be better not to be so polite, pretty mama Don't you know that you could offer me a light? Start a little conversation now, it's alright When you're taking five... *Scatting* Won't ya take a little time out with me, girl Come take five Stop your busy day and take the time to see that I'm alive Oh, though I'm going out of my way So I can pass by each day Not a single word do we say It's a pantomine, I'm out of time Still I know our eyes often meet, I feel tingles down to my feet, When you smile, that's much too discreet. Sends me on my way. Baby, just don't say hello and do not stare You could offer your hand Hugging and a-chugging it could be so grand Oh take fiiive *Scat* If you want to
Writer(s): Paul Desmond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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