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"Murder", He Says
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"Murder", He Says was released on July 10, 2001 by RCA Records Label as a part of the album The Very Best Of Dinah Shore
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Release DateJuly 10, 2001
LabelRCA Records Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dinah Shore
Dinah Shore
Performer
Gordon Jenkins
Gordon Jenkins
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy McHugh
Jimmy McHugh
Composer, Songwriter, Lyrics
Frank Loesser
Frank Loesser
Composer, Songwriter, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Mastering Engineer
Bill Lacey
Bill Lacey
Mastering Engineer
Dennis Ferrante
Dennis Ferrante
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Finally found a fella
Almost completely divine
But his vocabulary
Is killing this romance of mine
We get into an intimate situation
And then begins this character's conversation
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time we kiss he says, "Murder," he says
At a time like this, he says, "Murder," he says
Is that the language of love?
He says, "Solid," he says
Takes me in his arms and says, "Solid," he says
Meaning all my charms, he says, "Solid," he says
Is that the language of love?
He says, "Chick chick, you torture me
Zoot, are we living?" I'm thinking of leaving him flat
He says, "Dig, dig, the jumps, the old ticker is giving"
He can talk plainer than that
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time we kiss, he says, "Murder," he says
Keep it up like this and that, "Murder," he says
In that impossible tone
Will bring on nobody's murder but his own
He says, "Jackson," he says
And my name's Marie, he says, "Jackson," he says
Shoots the snoot to me, he says, "Jackson," he says
Is that the language of love?
He says, "Mm-mm"
When he likes my hat, he says, "Tsk, tsk, tsk
What the heck is that?" He says, "Woo, woo," he says
Is that the language of love?
He says, "Hep, hep, with helium now
Babe, we're cooking" and other expressions to which
He says, "We're in the groove
And the groove is good-looking"
Sounds like his uppers don't fit
He says, "Murder," he says
Every time we kiss, he says, "Murder," he says
Keep it up like this and that, "Murder," he says
In that impossible tone
Will bring on nobody's murder but his own
Written by: Frank Loesser, Jimmy McHugh
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