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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Page
Jimmy Page
Guitar
Robert Plant
Robert Plant
Vocals
John Paul Jones
John Paul Jones
Bass Guitar
John Bonham
John Bonham
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Page
Jimmy Page
Songwriter
Robert Plant
Robert Plant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Page
Jimmy Page
Producer
Keith Harwood
Keith Harwood
Engineer
Jeremy Gee
Jeremy Gee
Engineer
John Davis
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Peter Grant
Peter Grant
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You said I was the only
With my lemon in your hand
Uh oh
Uh oh
[Verse 2]
Exhibition is your habit
Emotion second-hand
Uh oh
Uh oh
[Verse 3]
Had to pull away to save me
Maybe next time around
Oh, and she said
[Verse 4]
"Don't you wanna
Don't you wanna cook it? Cook it? Cook it?"
[Verse 5]
Hadn't planned to, could not stand to try it, fry it
Na, na, na, na, yeah
[Verse 6]
Ooh
Heard a cry for mercy
In the city of the damned
Uh oh, baby
Damned
[Verse 7]
In the pits, you go no lower
The next stop's underground
Oh, how low underground
[Verse 8]
Your wine and roses ain't quite over
To fame, it deals a losing hand
[Verse 9]
And I said
"Didn't mean to
Did not mean to fluff it
You didn't plan it, you overran it" Ah, oh-oh-oh
[Verse 10]
Do you wanna, do you wan-
You wanna do it when you wanna
Do you wanna, do you wanna do
Do, do you wanna?
[Verse 11]
When you blow it, babe
You got to blow it right
Oh, baby, if you fake it, mama
Baby, fake with all your might
When you fake it, mama
Please, fake it right for yourself, babe
[Verse 12]
Oh, when you f-f-f-fake it, baby
You're faking it for your life
For your life
For your life
For your life
[Verse 13]
Do you, do you, do, do ,do
Do you wanna?
Do you, do you, do, do ,do
Do you wanna?
[Verse 14]
Oh, like to help you, baby
But I don't know what to do, yeah
Sometime, baby
Nothing I can do, yeah
[Verse 15]
On the fine lines of the crystal
Paying through your nose
And when they couldn't resist you
I said, "Just go with the flow"
[Verse 16]
And now your stage is empty
Pull down the curtain, baby please
Fold up your show
[Verse 17]
Hadn't planned to, could not stand to fry in it
I hadn't planned it
I overran it
Fry it
For your life
For your life
Written by: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant
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