DESCRIPTION:
Amy Lynn & The Gunshow - Don't Trip On The Glitter
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Producer: Gary Wilkins Jr.
Director: Brian Robinson
Director of Photography: Will Kaufman
Choreographer: Dylan Pearce
Production Designer: Jonathan Schroder
Gaffer: Andrew "Tank" Rivara
1st Assistant Camera: Nick Hernandez
Key PA: Rob L. Smith
Hair: Lorna Butler
Make Up: Priscilla Freire
BTS Photography: Kurt James Brennan

Recording Credits:
"Don't Trip On The Glitter"
Written By Amy Lynn & Alex Hamlin

Amy Lynn: lead vocals, background vocals
Alex Hamlin, baritone saxophone
Ed RosenBerg III, tenor saxophone
Jeff Hermanson, trumpet
Brian Whitted, piano
Ben Gallina, bass
Michael Vincent Ross, drums
Josh Valleau, Hammond B3

Music arranged by Alex Hamlin

Produced by Steve Greenwell
Executive Producers: Alex Hamlin, Amy Lynn Zanetto
Engineered by Steve Greenwell

Assistant Engineer: Bella Blasko
Assistant: Mike Dwyer
Recorded at: The Clubhouse, Rhinebeck, NY (Big thanks to Paul Antonell - your studio is magical!),
Stevestudio, NYC

Mixed by Steve Greenwell at Stevestudio, NYC

Mastered by Dave Kutch at The Mastering Palace, NYC

LYRICS:
Drink my wine
Sleep in my bed
Funny how
I kinda want you dead.
No I don't want you dead but,
I want you out of my life.
I've given you everything, everything, everything.
But you still can't get it right.

Now pack your bags,
Leave your key,
Cuz you ain't my man no more.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

Not gonna lie
I was mad when I was wrong.
I thought you would be the guy who,
Sit at my throne.

But when it got real deep,
It wasn't cute.
I'd pay you anything, anything, anything,
To put your mouth on mute.

Now pack your bags,
Leave your key,
Cuz you ain't my man no more.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

How dare you come at me with your,
Sweet talking sexy lies.
I know your game real well.
I'm not gonna play this time.

oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

I'll tell you again!

You won't know what hit you when I'm gone.
Don't trip on the glitter that I've thrown.
I promise you'll never ever walk down my street again.

NO, NO!
oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I won't tell you again.

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