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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
John Wicks
Schlagzeug
Joseph Karnes
Begleitgesang
Michael Fitzpatrick
Stimme und Gesang
Noelle Scaggs
Tamburin
Jeremy Ruzumna
Tasteninstrumente
Ricky Reed
Programmierung
Grant Michaels
Tasteninstrumente
James King
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Eric Burton Frederic
Songwriter:in
John Wicks
Songwriter:in
Joseph Karnes
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Michael Fitzpatrick
Songwriter:in
Noelle Scaggs
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Sam Hollander
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Jeremy Ruzumna
Songwriter:in
James King
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Galland
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Ike Schultz
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Ricky Reed
Produzent:in
Ethan Shumaker
Ingenieur:in
Michelle Mancini
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
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Paroles
Turn it up
Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want the good life, every good night, you're a hard one to hold
'Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap
Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want your sex and your affection when they're holding you close (ha, ha, ha)
'Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap
Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
'Cause I'm in need of something good right now
We could be screaming 'til the sun comes out
And when we wake, we'd be the only sound
Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
(Turn it up)
That I can make your hands clap
My flesh is searching for your worst and best, don't ever deny
I'm like a stranger, gimme danger, all your wrong and your right
Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes
Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine
But you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap
Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
'Cause I'm in need of something good right now
We could be screaming 'til the sun comes out
And when we wake we'd be the only sound
Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
(Yeah-yeah, oh, oh, yeah-yeah)
That I can make your hands clap
(Yeah-yeah, oh, oh)
So can I get a hand clap?
Writer(s): Sam Hollander
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