Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Girls Aloud
Vocals
Xenomania
Keyboards
Tim Powell
Programming
Shawn Lee
Guitar
Nick Coler
Guitar
Nicola Roberts
Vocals
Nadine Coyle
Vocals
Kimberley Walsh
Vocals
Sarah Harding
Vocals
Cheryl
Vocals
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Higgins
Composer
Tim Powell
Composer
Miranda Cooper
Composer
Lisa Cowling
Composer
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Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Xenomania
Producer
Lyrics
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
We should be getting it on
Fly DJs playing my song
Why don't you take me head on
We should be getting somewhere
Some kind of cool love affair
Don't act as if you don't care
(You dream of touching me there)
Your kisses taste of Cyanide
And that's no good for me
An open heart is suicide
In my phillosophy
I need a walking talking mannequin
That simply folds away
And never questions anything
I got to say
N-n-n-n-n-n no more explanations
You're never gonna know
You could k-k-k-k kill my reputation
I don't do heavy loads
N-n-n-n-n-n no more conversations
You c-c-c-c-c can't carve up the world
It's a d-d-d-d-d dangerous occupation
Talking to a girl
I'm complicated
And I celebrate it
You're getting jaded
But you're fascinated
I'm complicated
(Out the bedroom, down the stairs)
And I celebrate it
(Along the carpet, no one cares)
You tell me you hate it
(On the table, onto the floor)
But you're fascinated
(It's procreation and nothing more)
D-d-d-d-d dance if you want till the dirty is done
Cos we're stars in the dead of the night
But if you're looking for romance or a chance to reflect in the sun
Baby I'm gonna put up a fight
And you can d-d-d-d dance if you want till you fall out of space
And you crash in the back of the car
But if you wanna have the kids and the cash then get out of my face
Don't push my love too far
I'm hanging on a wire
Spike heels and skin tight jeans
I've got a fist full of love that's coming your way baby
Come baby come you know what I mean
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
And the drum beat's rising higher
Bang goes my self control
I got your name on my face your face on my mind
Baby come baby come graffiti my soul
Writer(s): Timothy Martin Powell, Brian Thomas Higgins, Miranda Eleanor De Fonbrune Cooper, Edward L Ed Boellaard, Frederik Ferry Ridderhof, Johan J Hans Weekhout, Peter F Garnefski, Lisa Cowling, Shawn Lee Mahan
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