More songs by Wolf Alice
Description
Composer, Strings, Flute, Programmer, Lyricist, Vocal: Ellie Rowsell
Arranger, Associated Performer: Wolf Alice
Composer, Background Vocal, Drums, Lyricist: Joel Amey
Guitar: Joff Oddie
Lyricist, Bass, Composer: Theo Ellis
Lyricist, Composer, Percussion, Piano, Arranger, Producer, Recording Engineer: Greg Kurstin
Violin: Songa Lee
Violin: Charlie Bisharat
Viola: Zach Dellinger
Cello: Jacob Braun
Cello: Charles Tyler
Composer, Lyricist: Jonathan Oddie
Recording Engineer: Julian Burg
Recording Engineer: Matt Tuggle
Mixing Engineer: Mark 'Spike' Stent
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Kieran Beardmore
Mastering Engineer: Emily Lazar
Lyrics and translation
Original
Did it help to take the thorn out?
Telling the whole world you'd been hurt.
Your hands won't clean, you should wash your mouth out, oh.
And did you have to dish the dirt?
Ooh, I must be a narcissist.
God knows that I can't resist.
To make a song and dance about it.
Maybe I'm a masochist.
Don't know why I must persist.
To make a song and dance about it.
Did you have to take the knife out?
The sword is sharp, hey, you'd not twist.
Would the wounds have healed, had you not wrote the words down?
Must you deliver the blow? You couldn't flex the fist.
Ooh, I must be a narcissist.
God knows that I can't resist.
To make a song and dance about it.
Maybe I'm a masochist. Don't know why I must persist.
To make a song and dance about it.
To make a song. I must be a narcissist.
To make a song. God knows that I can't resist.
I make a song and dance about it. To make a song. I must be a narcissist.
To make a song. God knows that I can't resist.
I make a song and dance about it.
I sing a song and dance about it.
Maybe I'm a masochist.
The sun goes down, the curtain lifts, and I'll sing a song.