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Shakira
Shakira
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Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
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Emmanuel Cauvet
Emmanuel Cauvet
Барабаны
Chris Chaney
Chris Chaney
Бас-гитара
Lester Mendez
Lester Mendez
Клавишные инструменты
Lyle Workman
Lyle Workman
Гитара
Leandro Fresco
Leandro Fresco
Клавишные инструменты
Gustavo Cerati
Gustavo Cerati
Гитара
Dave Levita
Dave Levita
Гитара
Pete Davis
Pete Davis
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Shakira
Shakira
Автор песен
Lauren Christy
Lauren Christy
Композитор
Scott Spock
Scott Spock
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Graham Edwards
Graham Edwards
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Heather Reid
Heather Reid
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Leisha Hailey
Leisha Hailey
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Shakira
Shakira
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Lester Mendez
Lester Mendez
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Rob Jacobs
Rob Jacobs
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Kevin Killen
Kevin Killen
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Tweety Gonzalez
Tweety Gonzalez
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Ben Jost
Ben Jost
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Doug Rotwitt
Doug Rotwitt
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Gustavo Celis
Gustavo Celis
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Julian Vasquez
Julian Vasquez
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Mike DeSalvo
Mike DeSalvo
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Patrick Magee
Patrick Magee
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She's got the kind of look that defies gravity She's the greatest cook And she's fat free (Fat free, fat free, fat free) She's been to private school And she speaks perfect French She's got her perfect friends Oh, isn't she cool? She practices Tai Chi She'd never lose her nerve She's more than you deserve She's just far better than me Hey, hey So don't bother I won't die of deception I promise you won't ever see me cry Don't feel sorry And don't bother, I'll be fine But she's waiting The ring you gave to her will lose its shine So don't bother, be unkind I'm sure she doesn't know How to touch you like I would I beat her at that one good Don't you think so? She's almost six feet tall She must think I'm a flea I'm really a cat, you see And it's not my last life at all Hey, hey So don't bother I won't die of deception I promise you won't ever see me cry Don't feel sorry Don't bother, I'll be fine But she's waiting The ring you gave to her will lose its shine So don't bother, be unkind For you, I'd give up all I own And move to a communist country If you came with me, of course And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you And lose those pounds, learn about football If it made you stay But you won't, but you won't So don't bother I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine Promise you won't ever see me cry And after all, I'm glad that I'm not your type Promise you won't ever see me cry Don't bother I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine Promise you won't ever see me cry And after all, I'm glad that I'm not your type Not your type, not your type, not your type Promise you won't ever see me cry
Writer(s): Scott Spock, Graham Edwards, Leisha G. Hailey, Shakira Isabel Mebarek Ripoll, Lauren Christy, Heather Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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