Terence Trent D'Arby

Terence Trent D'Arby - Get Up And Run lyrics

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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
 Back into the day
 Baby, why don't you get up and run
 If you listen very closely...
 I can hear your momma say

 Oh, get up and run...
 You 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

 Aahhh
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Copyrights:

Author: Marc Burton

Composer: Frank Itt, Marc Burton

Publisher: Imp

Details:

Released in: 1989

Language: English

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