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INTERPRÉTATION
The 411
The 411
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ellis Taylor
Ellis Taylor
Composition
Chiara Hunter
Chiara Hunter
Composition
Carolyn Owlett
Carolyn Owlett
Composition
Remmi John-Pierre Maxwell
Remmi John-Pierre Maxwell
Composition
Tanya Boniface
Tanya Boniface
Composition
Susie Furlonger
Susie Furlonger
Paroles
Tisha Martin
Tisha Martin
Composition
Theodore Jombla
Theodore Jombla
Paroles
Titus Neltom Jombla
Titus Neltom Jombla
Composition
Josh Thompson
Josh Thompson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Redeye
Redeye
Production
Dave McCracken
Dave McCracken
Production
Mark Reilly
Mark Reilly
Assistance d’ingénierie
Steve Fitzmaurice
Steve Fitzmaurice
Ingénierie de mixage

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Up, up the feeling, this is revealing Boy, I didn't know you cared Must've been up on the weekend, in the club freakin' Boy, I could see your stare You were lookin' right at me, lookin' right back we Knew there was something there And I know you knew that if we did do this It would be an affair 'Cause my man's at home, looking at the finger his ring goes on He got trust in me, how am I gonna live with myself if I cheat? That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some Gotta run now, gotta go, gotta get home 'Cos my baby boy's on his own That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some Gotta go now, I gots to get home My baby boy's on his own Up on the dancefloor, then you go ask for A night in with me But you know that ain't gonna happen, I won't get trapped in This, see it just ain't me And you could try seduce me, but it's no use, see I'm in love with my baby And I won't let you in, mess up and ruin To do that I'd be crazy 'Cos my man's at home, looking at the finger his ring goes on He got trust in me, how am I gonna live with myself if I cheat? That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some Gotta run now, gotta go, gotta get home Cos my baby boy's on his own That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some Gotta go now, I gots to get home My baby boy's on his own There's no way I'm gonna play I don't care what you gon' say Even tho' you make me crazy I won't risk losin' my baby There's no way I'm gonna play I don't care what you gon' say Even tho' you make me crazy I won't risk losin' my baby That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some Gotta run now, gotta go, gotta get home 'Cos my baby boy's on his own That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some Gotta go now, I gots to get home My baby boy's on his own Dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none (might be fun) 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some (but may be dumb) Gotta run now, gotta go, gotta get home (so that's home) 'Cos my baby boy's on his own (he's the one) That'd be dumb, diggy diggy di dumb Da don't want none (might be fun) 'Though I know it'd be fun to get some (but may be dumb) Gotta go now, I gots to get home My baby boy's on his own
Writer(s): Joshua Thompson, Ellis Taylor, Tisha Martin, Carolyn Owlett, Tanya Boniface, Chiara Hunter, Imani Williams, Adam Simon, Remmi Maxwell, Titus Jombla, Theodore Jombla, Susie Furlong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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