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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitar
David Sanborn
Alto Saxophone
Arno Lucas
Background Vocals
Joe Turano
Background Vocals
Leslie Smith
Background Vocals
Tom Scott
Tenor Saxophone
Chuck Rainey
Bass
Art Rodriguez
Drums
Steve Gadd
Drums
V. Feldman
Percussion
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Randy Brecker
Trumpet
David Kalish
Guitar
Weldon Parks
Guitar
Howard Feiten
Guitar
Steve Lukather
Guitar
Sal Bernardi
Vocals
Clarence McDonald
Keyboards
Neil Larsen
Keyboards
Randy Kerber
Keyboards
Russell Ferrante
Keyboards
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Donald Fagen
Synthesizer
Michael Boddicker
Synthesizer
Rob Mounsey
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rickie Lee Jones
Songwriter
Nick DeCaro
Orchestrator
Ralph Burns
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ Titelman
Producer
Lenny Waronker
Producer
Elliot Scheiner
Engineer
Ken Deane
Engineer
Lee Herschberg
Mastering Engineer
Loyd Clifft
Engineer
Mark Linett
Engineer
Steven Ettinger
Engineer
JoAnn Tominaga
Producer
Vicki Forston
Producer
Lyrics
Well, I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming at your best friend
You wear like switchblades on a chain around your neck
One you got in Mexico from your dad
And it's daddy on the booze, and it's Brando on the ice
And then, it's Dean in the doorway with one more way
He can't play this scene twice
And you drug her down every drag and your little fits of love
And tell to stand up tall when your man kisses you, darling
But, that's not how I hear when I'm thinking
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
Hey, look who shows up in the same place
In this case, I think it's better
We belong together
We belong together
Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
And all these skid kids see this very proud man
And he entwines her in his fingers
And they laid there
Climb upon the rooftop docks out on the crosstown seas
When he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
Foes and foreigner hugs her and holds her on his knees
But the sailor in him takes her down to the dark end of the fair
And turns her into a tattoo
And whispers into the back of Johnny's black hair
And now Johnny the King walks these streets
Without her in the rain, lookin' for a leather jacket
And girl who wrote her name forever
A promise, we belong together
'Cause we belong together
Shall we weigh along these streets
Young lions on the lam?
And the signs you had dipped in your heart
Left on the neon for them?
Well, they are fools
No, they are victims
They're sailors and these ducky boys
Who move into your own eyes and your own lips
And your own tear, your own street
Listen, bird, we have to tell them, they turn and ignore us
Only heroes we have are written before us
Our only angel who look at us watches through each other's eyes
And I can hear him in every footstep's passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights watching heartbeats go by
And they whisper to me
Yes, we belong together (baby, baby)
We belong together, yeah
But we belong together
Writer(s): Rickie Jones
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