Run

I can provide for you, give you all that you need
I wanna give you so much, I don't need to receive
I'm tall, I'm strong, got a high paying job
Got a house, got a car, don't tell me to stop

And I hate your friends
Cos you can do better
Yeah I hate your friends
They don't know you like I do

I like it when you run
I like it when your pray
I like it when you run
So run babe run till the day is done

It's a tragedy
In the big city
It's a tragedy
Pray to Saint Marie

I tighten the chain, I wanna give you a hug
I will lock you away, keep you safe from the world
I'll let you do what you want with your own little room
If you don't love me know then you will love me soon

Pretty little legs
Pretty little mind
Pretty little mouth
And petty little eyes
Yeah you need to get yourself together

I like it when you run
I like it when your pray
I said I like it when you run
So run babe run till the day is done

It's a tragedy
In the big city
It's a tragedy
Pray to Saint Marie

You're a lucky girl now that you've got me
You're a lucky girl can't you see

Run better run, run better run
Run better run, run better run

Run better run, run better run
Run better run, run run you better run

Gonna get you, gonna get you
Gonna get you, gonna get you

Gonna get you, gonna get you
Gonna get you, gonna get you
Gonna get you, gonna

You're a lucky girl now that you've got me
You're a lucky girl yeah can't you see
You're a lucky girl now that you've got me
You're a lucky girl yeah can't you see



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Gibson-smith, Darre Thompson, Darren Thompson, Italo Lamboglia Garnica, Saxon Thompson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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