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Zappa And The Mothers "200 Motels" - Mystery Roach / Magic Fingers (Bizu Mix)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Гитара
The Mothers
The Mothers
Исполнитель
Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Оркестр
Elgar Howarth
Elgar Howarth
Дирижер
Top Score Singers
Top Score Singers
Хор
David van Asch
David van Asch
Хоровой дирижер
Theodore Bikel
Theodore Bikel
Рассказчик
Mark Volman
Mark Volman
Вокал
Howard Kaylan
Howard Kaylan
Вокал
Ian Underwood
Ian Underwood
Клавишные инструменты
Aynsley Dunbar
Aynsley Dunbar
Барабаны
George Duke
George Duke
Клавишные инструменты
Martin Lickert
Martin Lickert
Бас
Ruth Underwood
Ruth Underwood
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Продюсер

Слова

Ooh, the way you love me, lady I get so hard now I could die Ooh, the way you love me, sugar I get so hard now I could die Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama And try me on for size yeah Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama And try me on for size Ooh, the way you squeeze me, honey Red balloons just pop behind my eyes Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl Red balloons just pop behind my eyes oh Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama And try me on for size Open up your pocketbook Get another quarter out Drop it in the meter, mama And try me on for size Ooh oh you got that kind of love that lingers Ooh hey girl this here bed's got magic fingers Been a-rollin' in the bed since the show got out Now I'm gettin' weak in the knees Musta did it eighty, ninety times It might have been a hundred But you're the kind of girl that I really wanna please You're the kind of girl that I really wanna please Oh God Do you really wanna please me You know I do Aaah, tell me why you do it I really wanna know Well it wouldn't be right For me to tell you tonight You better tell me right away Or I'll dress up and go Don't get mad it ain't no big thing You better tell me right away Don't you treat me cold Hold it hold it, hold it, hold it I'm holding it It's good for you I'm holding it It's good for you I'm holding it I know you're really holding it and it's so very very good for you I wish you'd let go of the pants now, oh let go of the pants
Writer(s): Frank Zappa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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