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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Natalie Cole
Natalie Cole
Vocals
Bob Carlisle
Bob Carlisle
French Horn
Chris Komer
Chris Komer
French Horn
Claude Gaudette
Claude Gaudette
Keyboards
D.Finck
D.Finck
Bass Guitar
Diane Lesser
Diane Lesser
Oboe
Marti Sweet
Marti Sweet
Violin
Neil Stubenhaus
Neil Stubenhaus
Bass Guitar
Pamela Sklar
Pamela Sklar
Flute
Paul Jackson Jr.
Paul Jackson Jr.
Guitar
Paul Peabody
Paul Peabody
Violin
Ricky Sortomme
Ricky Sortomme
Violin
Stacey Shames
Stacey Shames
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
Paul Jackson Jr.
Paul Jackson Jr.
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dennis Lambert
Dennis Lambert
Producer
Bino Espinoza
Bino Espinoza
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy Smith
Jeremy Smith
Recording Engineer
Paul Erickson
Paul Erickson
Assistant Engineer
Paul Jackson Jr.
Paul Jackson Jr.
Associate Producer

Lirik

You may think I'm fooling For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby, you know you bug me There ain't no secret about that Well, come on over here and hug me Baby, I'll spill the facts Well, honey it ain't your money 'Cause I got plenty of that I love you for your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls, peeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you do There in the back of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac Well, now way back in the Bible Temptations always come along There's always somebody tempting you Into doing something they know is wrong Well, they tempt you, man, with silver And they tempt you, sir, with gold And they tempt you with the pleasures That flesh does surely hold They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple Man, I ain't going for that I know it was her pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls, peeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you're doing In the back of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac, yeh-eh Now, now, now, now some folks say it's too big And uses too much gas Some folks say that it's too old And that it just goes too fast Ho, but love is bigger than a Honda (Honda) And it's bigger than a Subaru (that, too) Hey man, there's only one thing And one car that will do Anyway we don't have to drive it Honey, we can park it out in back And have a party in your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls, peeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you do there In the back of your pink Cadillac You know the one I mean, Le Car O-o-oh, o-oh Cadillac In the dark can't do that When we park in the back of your pink Cadillac, a-ah O-oh Oh, I like what you do when you do what you do in your Pink Pretty, pretty, pretty Pink Cadillac In the dark, can't do that In the back of your Pink Cadillac
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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