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...




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