Get up And Run - текст песни
Get up And Run
B-Baby, put your clothes on and run...
You better hide before your momma finds you
And listen to me...
B-Baby, can't you see that I am stung
And didn't she tell ya that I was, yeah...
Low down and mean.
Baby, I guess - I brushed off the rules in my life
I was born outside a stonewall jethouse
And thrown back to the sea
Baby, I've got to eat my steak raw...
I'm only here to make a living
I don't need your sympathy
Oh, get up and run...
Better hide yourself
From the man they call
'The Devil With A Gun'
Get up and run
Can't see you fall into the hands
Of the Public Enemy Number One
B-Baby, watch out
I won't do you no harm
I just need a little loving
Some two-time company
Baby, you've got your good looking charm
Just keep me satisfied with your...
Two-faced ecstasy
Oh, get up and run...
Better hide yourself
From the man they call
'The Devil With A Gun'
Get up and run
Can't see you fall into the hands
Of the Public Enemy Number One
Baby, you tried
To hold me much too long
I don't want no conversation
I'm a simpleton - feel and do
Baby, I guess you treated me wrong
I'm a wildcat - you're a tiger
But I wear my Devil shoes
Baby, get up
And put them old red jeans on
But be here before the night starts turning
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