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The 411 - On My Knees (Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The 411
The 411
Performer
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Townsend
Ed Townsend
Composer
Fitzgerald Scott
Fitzgerald Scott
Composer
Kim Hoglund
Kim Hoglund
Lyrics
Carolyn Owlett
Carolyn Owlett
Composer
Susie Furlonger
Susie Furlonger
Lyrics
Tanya Boniface
Tanya Boniface
Composer
Tisha Martin
Tisha Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fitzgerald Scott
Fitzgerald Scott
Producer
Kookie
Kookie
Producer
Steve Fitzmaurice
Steve Fitzmaurice
Mixing Engineer
Richard Wilkinson
Richard Wilkinson
Engineer
Mark Reilly
Mark Reilly
Assistant Engineer

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I can't fall down on my knees (I thought you loved me) And apologise to you (If you really loved me you would of stayed with me) (And apologised to me that's all I asked for) 'Coz that aint my style (Well, let me hear what you had to say earlier) I remember how we met, it was on the train How could I forget you smiled and looked at me? The soft of your lips, they captured me The whole ride down we kept our eyes on each other And then we sat, down together You gave me your number, said, "Give me a call" I thought I wouldn't call at all Here we are, fell in love like hand to glove Pure bliss from above Now all we seem to do is fuss and fight We never seem to get it right See there's too much fire, so much desire So it took a little time to take me higher I'm sorry if I hurt you and I went astray I guess we gotta call it a day Ha heh I can't fall down on my knees (On my knees) And apologise to you (To you) 'Coz that ain't my style (That ain't my style) I can't fall down on my knees (On my knees) And apologise to you (To you) 'Coz that ain't my style (That ain't my style) I remember one night when we were home alone You were on the sofa, I was on the phone You overheard me call out my best friends name That's when you went crazy, started going insane Grabbed the phone from my hand Backed me against the wall Shouting and asking who was on the call You wouldn't believe me when I said it's just a friend That's when all the madness began You kept yelling wild, I fell to the floor Crying in hysteria cant try w'you no more I knew you had a temper, I wish I didn't see it You wanted me to be faithful, I told you I could be it But that didn't stop you from putting your hands on my face You simply said you had to put me in my place At the end of every tunnel there's always a light And the door, it sure looks right, that's why I can't fall down on my knees (On my knees) And apologise to you (To you) 'Coz that ain't my style (That ain't my style) I can't fall down on my knees (On my knees) And apologise to you (To you) 'Coz that ain't my style (That ain't my style) He's got you begging on your knees Crying in your sleep, making you believe him But you're stronger than you'll ever know girl You control your own world, no need to take no more No need to take no more Yo, heh yo I asked you to calm down Asked you who was on the phone, put the horn down You had a glass of wine, a Versace night gown, a lime green one That I bought you for your trip from the cruise you won I don't wanna fool with those male friends I told you back then when we first got together I don't trust those men and you did it again I lost my temper laid down and wrecked the house boo That's all I can remember, I'm sorry I can't fall down on my knees (On my knees) And apologise to you (To you) 'Coz that ain't my style (That ain't my style) I can't fall down on my knees (On my knees) And apologise to you (To you) 'Coz that ain't my style (That ain't my style) I can't fall down on my knees And apologise to you 'Coz that ain't my style
Writer(s): Tisha Martin, Carolyn Owlett, Suzie Furlonger, Fitzgerald Scott, Tanya Boniface, Kim Hoglund, Edward Townsend Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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