Get Up And Run Lyrics - Terence Trent Darby

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...