Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tina Turner
Tina Turner
Vocals
Tony Joe White
Tony Joe White
Guitar
Roger Davies
Roger Davies
Background Vocals
Carmine Rojas
Carmine Rojas
Bass Guitar
J.T. Lewis
J.T. Lewis
Drums
Dan Hartman
Dan Hartman
Piano
Jeff Bova
Jeff Bova
Horn
Danny Cummings
Danny Cummings
Percussion
Eddie Martinez
Eddie Martinez
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leann White
Leann White
Composer
Tony Joe White
Tony Joe White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Allison
Darren Allison
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lee Curle
Lee Curle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tim Leitner
Tim Leitner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Hartman
Dan Hartman
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Scarth
Andrew Scarth
Recording Engineer
Mike Ging
Mike Ging
Recording Engineer
Nick Froome
Nick Froome
Recording Engineer
Tom Fritze
Tom Fritze
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

He was my lover, he was working undercover The fellow knew all of the moves He really had me romping, bare footing stomping He just kept igniting my fuse He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stocking He would rock me with an optical illusion And this ain't how I thought it'd be He just kept on keeping me in a state of total confusion He took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes But I found out he was an undercover agent for the blues, yeah He never really needed love from any direction, no I was just an innocent bystander He just kept getting kinkier, hook, line and sinker Ju-ju-just too hot to handle He took me by storm, it must have been a season for the fools So bad, he was an undercover agent for the blues He took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes But I found out he was an undercover agent for the blues He never really needed love from any direction, no I was just an innocent bystander He just kept getting kinkier, hook, line and sinker Yeah, yeah, he just, just too hot to handle He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stocking I was rocking with an optical illusion And this ain't how I thought it'd be He just kept on keeping me in a state of total confusion He took me for a ride and rattled me down to my shoes I found out he was an undercover agent for the blues So bad, an undercover agent for the blues I found out he was an undercover agent for the blues Hmm, for the blues Oh! Blues (yeah, yeah) Undercover agent Oh, the undercover for the blues Uh, for the blues Undercover
Writer(s): Tony Joe White, Leann White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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