Pat Benatar - You better run

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Whatcha tryin a do to my heart?
Whatcha tryin a do to my heart?
You go around tellin lies
And now you want to compromise
Whatcha tryin a do to my heart?

You Better Run! You Better Hide!
You better leave from my sight! Yeah

Whatcha tryin a do to my soul?
Whatcha tryin a do to my soul?
Well everything I had was yours
And now I m closin all the doors
Whatcha tryin a do to my soul?

You Better Run! You Better Hide!
You better leave from my sight! Yeah

I love you oh, I love you so
Can t you see it? Don t you know?
I can t stand your alibis
Your tellin lies, you drive me wild! Yeah

I said, what are ya tryin a do to my head?
Said, whatcha tryin a do to my head?
Well now I ve gotta draw the line
Cause you ain t gonna take my mind!
What are ya tryin a do to my head?

You Better Run! You Better Hide!
You better leave from my sight!
You Better Run! You Better Hide!
You better leave from my sight!
Let me go! Yeah

I said go away, and leave me alone!
I can t stand you no more!

Inne utwory

  • Lipstick lies
  • My clone sleeps alone
  • I ant out
  • Silent partner
  • Purgatory
  • Disconnected
  • Strawberry wine
  • Just like me
  • Takin it back
  • Treat me right
  • A crazy world like this
  • Out-a-touch
  • In the heat of the night
  • All fired up
  • Sometimes the good guys finish first
  • Temporary heroes
  • Temptation

    • Losowe utwory

    Mirrored in scarry skies

    Dimensions of entities between the light perceived,
    A gazing maze in creations plane, the mirrored sea unleashed,
    Chaos divine with evil behind, a serpents mind crystallised,
    Caressing the shadows with mind dancing signs,
    Scattering through realms in fearful disguise.

    For the feather is mine, astral chimes divine,
    Kissing with reaper smiles, signs obey,
    The infinite abyss mirrored...

    White hot anger

    I just got tired of that same old job
    tired of fighting that freeway mob
    I bet you never thought I d really go
    I d never get as far as Mexico

    I ve even learned to speak the language some
    down on the beach drinking coke and rum
    You wouldn t know me with this...

    Checkered floor

    Winded through monotone
    one foot on checkered floor
    head hung but still watching
    one dimlit figurine

    Concealed
    pass it on
    appeal
    play along

    please don’t stop singing
    cohorts are empty jars

    concealed
    pass it on
    appeal
    play along

    meanwhile another scene
    tracking mud while blood letting
    we’ve been so proud...

    Come on Eileen

    ( Dexy s Midnight Runners cover )

    Poor old Johnny Ray
    Sounded sad upon the radio
    Moved a million hearts in mono
    Our mothers cried
    Sang along, who d blame them
    Now you re grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
    Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
    And we can sing just like our...

    It gets better

    It gets better as it goes my baby
    Why don t you keep it comin on
    It gets better as it goes my baby
    Why don t you keep it comin on
    Come here baby let me talk to you
    Just for a...