Get Up And Run — текст песни (Terence Trent D`arby)

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
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...