Lyrics:
And baby, you better run
You think I can't hurt you but you fell in my trap
And you say you believe me, but you're watchin your back
You can run all over
will you act your age, why don't you listen dear
I say;
I'll never grow up
I'll never grow up
I'll never grow up now
They say;
You better stop your
crazy for me
She's funny that way.
Tho' she loves to work and slave for me ev'ry day
She'd be so much better off if I went away.
But why should I
"Elijah, you better look around
Things ain't like they used to be
Times getting hard for you and me
Come on daddy, it's time to shake things down"
You better find your way out, you better learn how to run
You better walk away, and leave the angles for the shills
Well I've been thinking for
sight
Here I am giving you my everything
And here we stand at the start of a better way
If I could search your heart
I would treasure every
If there's something on your mind
You better say it while there's time
'Cause I'm leavin' when I see that
Morning sky.
Oh, how did we ever come
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your
We're headin' for a meltdown
There's gonna be a breakdown
Before we have a countdown
We better have a shakedown
You treat me bad, you leave me cold
You better go now
Because I like you much, too much
You have a way with you
You ought to know now
Just why I like you very much
The night was gay
her dim lit covers... I say
Black cars look better in the shade
She smears her lipstick on right before she sleeps
For all those phantom lovers in
'cause time has slipped away
There's a dream I left behind in better days
The start of the story is not where it all began
So many directions, all
charming
Please, the way I is I don't even have to say hon,
So who's a Don?
You better believe the nigga keeps girls fond,
The name's Bond!
Well, I'm
this rich white lady sayin "Ain't he the cutest?"
Clerk said on real estate, so in the car, we'ze awate
Although the ho better know I want 4 mills a day
the burgers
I got the grill
If you're steppin' up next
Ya better flex that skill
The House Of Pain is in full effect
Everybody in the place give full respect
If
got
But you better take it easy 'cause this place is hot
And I'm so glad you made it, so glad you made it
You got to gimme some lovin', gimme,
keep em in your prayers
Either that keep em in the cross hairs
Better still keep a even dose of each cause until you get justice
You won't get peace
crazy for me
She's funny that way.
Tho' she loves to work and slave for me ev'ry day
She'd be so much better off if I went away.
But why should I
You?re just an object to me
I?d like to get to know you better
Paste you across my body
You?re just an object to me
you?re just a piece of meat
a bedroom bully, bourgeois boss
Haffi leave a good impression no matter how much a the cost
But I'll never pay a dollar, never pay a fee
Man a better run
Until it gets weird
And this is what you waited for
But under lights, we're all unsure
So tell me
What would make you feel better?
As night has
most will find it in the end
A better place, things to call their own
No, we're never gonna change
Never gonna change, never gonna change, never
make it bad,
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don't be
Goodnight, goodnight
You're coming down
But it's alright
And don't look down
There's better things
For you and I
I'll hold you close
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