Real Lady - Single

by Chit Nasty Band

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released January 29, 2016


"Chit" (Christian Foushee-Green): Lead Vocals, Keyboards

Jackson Manuel: Lead/Rhythm Guitars, Backing Vocals, last lick of Bass solo

John Faltass: Rhythm Guitars, Backing Vocals

Evrick Lee: Drums

Andy Kleindienst: Bass

Written by Christian Foushee-Green

Arranged by the Chit Nasty Band

Produced by Jackson Manuel, Christian Foushee-Green, John Faltass, and Steven Raets

Tracking and initial Editing at Nightsound Studios, Carrboro, NC
Lead Engineer: Tyler Barringer
Assistant Engineers: Sam “Ace” Reynolds, Fiona Matthews, Meghan Puryear, Christian Adams

Additional Guitar, Bass, and Keyboard Overdubbing at Sound Sanctuary, Durham, NC
Engineer: Jackson Manuel

Editing, Mixing, and additional Vocal & Keyboard Overdubbing at Bunkersound, Chapel Hill, NC
Lead Engineer: Steven Raets
Assistant Engineer: Trev Wignall

Mastered by Brent Lambert at The Kitchen Mastering, Carrboro NC

Cover Art by Armen Melikian

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Track Name: Real Lady
When I stepped on the dance floor she caught my eye
I ain’t never seen a lady that was so damn fine
So I approached her, I said, “Hey, do you wanna dance with me?”
Don’t you know her hips were shaking, I was elated
It felt like molly, not ecstasy

And I say to myself, baby girl, you’re something
Can I take you out on the town? Do something sweet or something?
Can I whisper in your ear? I tell you you intrigue me and I wanna take you to bed
Give each other some ____

I see you
I want you right now
Your energy
Real lady
Baby girl, I can’t deny the truth
I’d rather prove
What I can do to you
Real lady

Rolled up in my Jaguar, she was finer than my Beamer
My name ain’t Ditty, it’s Nasty Chitty
Her backside won’t stacked like Jennifer‘s, but I don’t care
Can I get your last name for Facebook, and do you Tweet-Tweet?
I want your cellphone number, please
When I go to bed, tonight, I’m gonna dream about you, I’ll sing about you
I’ll write you songs, baby