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Do You
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Do You was released on November 17, 1998 by Craft Recordings as a part of the album Spirit
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AlbumSpirit
Release DateNovember 17, 1998
LabelCraft Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM56

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jewel
Jewel
Vocals
Patrick Leonard
Patrick Leonard
Keyboards
Paul Bushnell
Paul Bushnell
Bass Guitar
Jude Cole
Jude Cole
Acoustic Guitar
Brian MacLeod
Brian MacLeod
Drums
Luis Conte
Luis Conte
Percussion
Josh Clayton
Josh Clayton
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jewel
Jewel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Patrick Leonard
Patrick Leonard
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Ross Hogarth
Ross Hogarth
Recording Engineer
Kevin Killen
Kevin Killen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, you say you like the way
The cowboys tip their hats and say
"How's it goin', ma'am?"
But you're never quite clear
If their glares are sincere
Or really only just second hand
To you, it's all roses, it's a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, it's a shame about his brains
But that's okay, you say
"He's got straight teeth and it's good sex"
You look to the sky, you look to the man
You claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you?
Do you?
There's a big man wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes
He wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
'Cause the gypsy on the corner said, "Hey, mister, you can't lose"
And it's your first day at the track
You feel that heat on your back
We all wanna find a way to beat the system, find some rhythm in the madness
Get down on your knees and pray
Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God, just let me have my way"
Well, will you?
Will you?
Come on all you merry men, rally your cry
Dance with the devil, for tomorrow, we'll surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
You with all your cigarettes and cool stares
Filled with blank glares and loaded regrets
Just like the girls today with nothing to say, no more pigtails and pony rides
They're sophisticated, they sip on lattes and have their eyes on a bigger prize
We shake our fists and say, "Well, good golly, we're mad
That God kills children with our very own hands"
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we?
Do we?
Come on all you merry men, rally your cry
Dance with the devil, for tomorrow, we'll surely
Hey, hey, blow the men down
Blow the men down
Hey
Written by: Jewel
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