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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Lead Vocals
Mary Gaines
Mary Gaines
Background Vocals
Dave Schramm
Dave Schramm
Bass Guitar
John Siket
John Siket
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freedy Johnston
Freedy Johnston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larry Fast
Larry Fast
Editing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Butch Vig
Butch Vig
Producer
DOUG ERIKSON
DOUG ERIKSON
Mixing Engineer
Chris Bailey
Chris Bailey
Producer

Lyrics

One, Two, Three A bare foot whore Walking by a famous car Against her door Waiting for the chance to star Can't sink this town Fold her gates and bring it down My private town I thought you said you were lonely She pulled the cord On a night like this she never works I said no more Do I think I'm understood this thing Can't sink this town Fold her gates and bring it down My private town And that you leave me lonely Ahh, Can't sink this town Looking back across the sea I probably drowned I thought you said you were lonely Tell you what Is a broken promise cheap enough It's all I got Looks so sad and talks so tough Can't sink this town Fold her gates and bring it down My private town And that you leave me lonely Ahh, Can't sink this town Looking back across the sea I probably drowned I thought you said you were lonely I thought you said you were lonely I thought you said you were lonely
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