Текст песни Terence Trent D`arby - Get Up And Run
Terence Trent D`arby - Get Up And Run слова песни
B-Baby, put your clothes on and run...You better hide before your momma finds youAnd listen to me...B-Baby, can`t you see that I am stungAnd didn`t she tell ya that I was, yeah...Low down and mean.Baby, I guess - I brushed off the rules in my lifeI was born outside a stonewall jethouseAnd thrown back to the seaBaby, I`ve got to eat my steak raw...I`m only here to make a livingI don`t need your sympathyOh, get up and run...Better hide yourselfFrom the man they call`The Devil With A Gun`Get up and runCan`t see you fall into the handsOf the Public Enemy Number OneB-Baby, watch outI won`t do you no harmI just need a little lovingSome two-time companyBaby, you`ve got your good looking charmJust keep me satisfied with your...Two-faced ecstasyOh, get up and run...Better hide yourselfFrom the man they call`The Devil With A Gun`Get up and runCan`t see you fall into the handsOf the Public Enemy Number OneBaby, you triedTo hold me much too longI don`t want no conversationI`m a simpleton - feel and doBaby, I guess you treated me wrongI`m a wildcat - you`re a tigerBut I wear my Devil shoesBaby, get upAnd put them old red jeans onBut be here before the night starts turningBack into the dayBaby, why don`t you get up and runIf you listen very closely...I can hear your momma sayOh, get up and run...You better hide yourselfFrom the man they call`The Devil With A Gun`Get up and runCan`t see you fall into the handsOf the Public Enemy Number OneAahhh...