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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Vocals
Howard McGill
Howard McGill
Saxophone
Graeme Blevins
Graeme Blevins
Saxophone
Martin Williams
Martin Williams
Saxophone
Jamie Talbot
Jamie Talbot
Saxophone
Dave Bishop
Dave Bishop
Saxophone
Simon Gardener
Simon Gardener
Trumpet
Ryan Quigley
Ryan Quigley
Trumpet
Louis Dowdeswell
Louis Dowdeswell
Trumpet
Paul Spong
Paul Spong
Trumpet
Chris Dean
Chris Dean
Trombone
Andy Wood
Andy Wood
Trombone
Alistair White
Alistair White
Trombone
Ade Hallowell
Ade Hallowell
Trombone
Ian Thomas
Ian Thomas
Drums
John Parricelli
John Parricelli
Guitar
Toby Chapman
Toby Chapman
Keyboards
Don Richardson
Don Richardson
Bass
Andy Caine
Andy Caine
Background Vocals
Gina Foster
Gina Foster
Background Vocals
Gabriella Bishop
Gabriella Bishop
Background Vocals
Michael Alexander
Michael Alexander
Music Director
Jenny Meredith
Jenny Meredith
Performer
Adrian Hallowell
Adrian Hallowell
Trombone
Rob Mounsey
Rob Mounsey
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliot Kennedy
Eliot Kennedy
Composer
James Marcus Jayawardena
James Marcus Jayawardena
Composer
David Ryan Corbell
David Ryan Corbell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Patrick
Nick Patrick
Producer
Pete Schweir
Pete Schweir
Mixing Engineer
Michal Petrasek
Michal Petrasek
Engineer
Pavel Ridosko
Pavel Ridosko
Engineer
Tony Cousins
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't need your touch Hot sun, rising up your collar, like the mercury Good fun, watching all the ladies, cooling down for free So high, the water like a fountain, from the hydrant flows Slow down, she isn't yours, no matter how much skin she shows You might see her, smiling at ya Don't get over excited Unless you're invited You can't touch her Because she's up on the screen It's never gonna mean that she belongs to you In the street or the office, treat her like a goddess Or you'll be hurting too If you can't read the signs You're trying too much Well, here's the headline Look but don't touch Don't need your touch Look hon, it isn't rocket science, gotta hear me out It's no fun, tryna keep her cool, when she's working out Young guns, think that 'cause she's wearing, something short and tight Down boys, doesn't mean she's looking for your love tonight Just admire her, from a distance Show a little perspective, and try to respect her resistance Because she's up on the screen It's never gonna mean that she belongs to you In the street or the office, treat her like a goddess Or you'll be hurting too If you can't read the signs You're trying too much Well, here's the headline Look but don't touch Don't need your touch You might see her, smiling at ya Don't get over excited Unless you're invited You can't touch her Because she's up on the screen It's never gonna mean that she belongs to you In the street or the office, treat her like a goddess Or you'll be hurting too If you can't read the signs You're trying too much Well, here's the headline Look but don't touch Don't need your touch Don't need your touch Don't need your touch Don't need your touch
Writer(s): Eliot Kennedy, James Jayawardena, David Corbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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