Músicas mais populares de Paul Heaton
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Paul Heaton
Vocais
Jacqui Abbott
Vocais
Stephen Large
Piano
Pete Marshall
Bateria
Dub Phizix
Programação
Chris Wise
Vocal de apoio
Jonny Lexus
Guitarra
Mark Potter
Aplausos
Kat Curlett
Trompete
Josh Poole
Saxofone alto
Tom Berry
Trombone
Sarah Brandwood-Spencer
Violino
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Paul Heaton
Composição
Jonny Lexus
Composição
Stephen Large
Arranjos (cordas)
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
John Williams
Produção
Gaz Hadfield
Engenharia (gravação)
Tim Thomas
Engenharia (mixagem)
Ian Stewart
Engenheiro de gravação (assistente)
Tim Debney
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
Apart from at the supermarket
Walking down the aisle
Apart from when you're angry
And I'm trying not to smile
Apart from maybe forefinger
On the pizza that I dial
The only exercise I get is you
Apart from lifting glass up to
The lips in which I pour
Apart from taking clothes back
That don't fit me anymore
And the opening
And the closing of refrigerator door
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"
Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Apart from hunting high
And low each day for the remote
Finding and apologising to
Those I had by throat
Apart from forcing head through
Neighbor's hedge for daily gloat
The only exercise I get is you
Apart from chasing compliments
Like dog does to its tail
Apart from wasting time on
Fitness test I'll always fail
Apart from climbing walls when
You're not there, no man could scale
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"
Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
The only exercise is when I roll my eyes
At something silly, one of us has said
Or there comes an awkward noise
Less gentleman, more boys
Most frequently from your side of
The bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"
Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is you!
Writer(s): Jonathan Ralph Noblett, Paul David Heaton
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