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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caro Emerald
Vocals
David Schreurs
Drum Programming
Caroline Van Der Leeuw
Background Vocals
Vincent Degiorgio
Background Vocals
Jan Van Wieringen
Drum Programming
Arnoud De Graaff
Hand Claps
DJ Git Hyper
Turntables
David Lukacs
Clarinet
Koen Schouten
Hand Claps
Mike Poyser
Sousaphone
Peter Huber
Hand Claps
Robin Veldman
Sound Effects
Roel Verberk
Beats
Sander Rozeboom
Acoustic Guitar
Stefan Schmift
Sound Effects
Wieger Hoogendorp
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Schreurs
Composer
Vincent Degiorgio
Composer
Caroline Van Der Leeuw
Vocal Arranger
Wieger Hoogendorp
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Schreurs
Producer
Jan Van Wieringen
Producer
Roel Verberk
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I don't know what you must be on
You walked in like the Aga Khan
Did you fly in on a jet? Win a million-dollar bet
So let me get my good shoes on
[Verse 2]
I wanna follow in the same old steps (Oh)
Where you waltz around like you're the best (Oh)
Where your garden blooms in May, but it's snowing every day
'Cause you have everything you want
[Verse 3]
You must be (You must be)
The Houdini in my life
But you can't see (You can't see)
I could never be your wife
[Verse 4]
'Cause I'm still a lady, no, I'm not some wench
That postponed your life, I'm not on that fence
Your routine is faded, boy I could use a wrench
I know my words won't tell me, please excuse my French
[Verse 5]
Today, you think you're Errol Flynn
Sharin' stories where you think you've been (Where you've been)
Your style must be cramped, without a passport stamp
Can't you see the twister that you're in? (I'm in a twister)
[Verse 6]
Why drown inside a sea of words
You're goin' under, now you won't get hurt
So just give it a rest, this time your more is less
You're goin' solo in this dream
[Verse 7]
You must be (You must be)
The Houdini in my life (The Houdini in my life)
But you can't see (You can't see)
I could never be your wife
[Verse 8]
'Cause I'm still a lady, no, I'm not some wench
That postponed your life, I'm not on that fence
Your routine is faded, boy, I could use a wrench
I know my words won't tell me, please excuse my French
Written by: David Schreurs, Vincent Degiorgio