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INTERPRÉTATION
Girls Aloud
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Nadine Coyle
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Nicola Roberts
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Kimberley Walsh
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Cheryl Tweedy
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Sarah Harding
Chant
Xenomania
Programmation
Tim Powell
Programmation
Matt Gray
Programmation
Tim Larcombe
Programmation
Nick Coler
Programmation
Yoad Nevo
Programmation
Lene
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Xenomania
Composition
Tim Powell
Paroles/Composition
Matt Gray
Paroles/Composition
Tim Larcombe
Écriture
Nick Coler
Composition
Shawn Lee
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Miranda Cooper
Composition
Lisa Cowling
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jeremy Wheatley
Ingénierie de mixage
Xenomania
Production
Jon Shave
Assistance de production
Paroles
Daddy told me, "Look into the future, sit at your computer"
"Be a good girl"
Momma said, "Remember, you're a lady"
"Think before you play and straighten your curls"
Well, everybody's talkin' like I'm crazy
Dangerous and lazy, girl with no soul
But I've seen it all from where I'm hiding
Baby, 'cause I'm sliding out of control
Here I go on the road, crank the stereo
I flick the finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth because your shit might show
I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me
Daddy always told me to remember
"Leave the boys 'till later, don't you drop down"
Momma said I'd never get to heaven hanging 'till 11 with the wrong crowd
Everybody's talkin' like I'm only
Just another phoney girl who got played
But I dig the music that I'm making, baby
And I'm breakin' into your brain
Here I go on the road, crank the stereo
I flick the finger to the world below, oh
Here I am, dirty hands, I don't give a damn
Shut your mouth because your shit might show
I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me
I don't need no good advice, I'm already wasted
I don't need some other life, cold and complicated
I don't need no Sunday trips, tea and sympathizing
I don't need no special fix to anesthetize me
I don't need no good advice, no well-intentioned sacrifice
And I don't need no Sunday trips, no chocolate box or speed for kicks
Hell, I don't need no beauty sleep, no need to count those dirty sheep
And I don't need no bedtime prayer, 'cause frankly I don't even care
Writer(s): Nick Coler, Brian Thomas Higgins, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Matthew Del Gray, Timothy Martin Powell, Lene Crawford Nystroem, Lisa Cowling, Timothy Elliott Larcombe, Shawn Lee Mahan
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