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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Lead Vocals
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Keyboards
Dave Catlin-Birch
Dave Catlin-Birch
Bass Guitar
Phil Palmer
Phil Palmer
Acoustic Guitar
Jeremy Stacey
Jeremy Stacey
Drums
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
String Octet
Peter Lale
Peter Lale
String Octet
Martin Loveday
Martin Loveday
String Octet
Perry Montague-Mason
Perry Montague-Mason
String Octet
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
String Octet
Jackie Shave
Jackie Shave
String Octet
Robert Smissen
Robert Smissen
String Octet
Gavyn Wright
Gavyn Wright
First Violin
Gary Nuttall
Gary Nuttall
Background Vocals
Claire Worrall
Claire Worrall
Background Vocals
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Programming
London Session Orchestra
London Session Orchestra
Orchestra
Neil Taylor
Neil Taylor
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Songwriter
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Songwriter
Nick Ingman
Nick Ingman
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Producer
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Recording Engineer
Steve Power
Steve Power
Producer
Richard Woodcraft
Richard Woodcraft
Additional Engineer
Savvas Iossifidis
Savvas Iossifidis
Additional Engineer
David Naughton
David Naughton
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tony Cousins
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Steve Price
Steve Price
Strings Engineer

Lyrics

Canned laughter for applause You've opened doors In and out of their wives In and out of your smalls It's not a BAFTA you're after You want a million dollar lay By all means necessary you Will get your way And it all seems so easy But so are you That's what I've heard them say All the make-up that you wear Can't hide the flaws Your workin' charity for your own cause You won't be dating a teacher You'd rather shag a manic street preacher By all means necessary You will get your way It all seems so easy But so are you That's what I've heard them say Sex with a stranger You've been laid in a manger And you think he's your savior Will he leave this pager? You could be his daughter Look what he's bought ya But the money won't change you Of that there's no danger Now your life's getting darker It's you that they're after Fifteen minutes a martyr Blame it on your father That dress nearly fits ya Girl, what's possessed her? Can we please take your picture? You know they'll forget ya Oh, ohh ohh yea yeah It all seems so easy But so are you That's what I've heard them say By all means necessary you Will get your way By all means necessary you Will get your way By all means necessary you Will get your way You don't get your way By giving it away You don't get your way By giving it away You don't get your way By giving it away You don't get your way By giving it away
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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