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
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