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