Hostage

It was hell on the streets, cops, barricades and dogs
You grabbed me on the corner, sure I was a goner

I fought like a spitfire, ooh, yeah
My life flashed by
You held me your prisoner
I tried to resist ya
Stunning me with a stinging slap
Your grip was tight as a steel trap
Oh God, I was your hostage

Your eyes were filled with hate as you dragged me through the police lines
When you got me alone, I prayed you weren't completely deranged

I fought like a spitfire, ooh, yes
My life flashed by
You held me your prisoner
I tried to resist ya

You pulled me onto your lap
then you laughed a nervous laugh
Oh God, I was your hostage

You had your gun out
You had your gun out
You had your gun out
I opened my mouth
You had your gun out, babe

It was hell on the streets, cops, barricades and dogs
You grabbed me on the corner, sure I was a goner

I fought like a spitfire, ooh, yes
My life flashed by
You held me your prisoner
I tried to resist ya
Stunning me with a stinging slap
Your grip was tight as a steel trap
Oh God, I was your hostage

You had your gun out
You had your gun out
You had your gun out
I opened my mouth
You had your gun out, babe

Yes, I was your hostage
You had your gun out (hostage)
You had your gun out, now, now (hostage)
You had your gun out, lover (hostage)
You had me, and I was your hostage (hostage)
You had your gun out love (hostage)
You had your gun out, babe (hostage)
You had your gun out (hostage)

You had me, and I was your hostage (hostage)
You had your gun out, love (hostage)
You had your gun out, now, now (hostage)
You had your gun out (hostage)
You had me, and I was your hostage (hostage)...



Credits
Writer(s): Kevan Murray Staples, Carole Ann Pope
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