Run, Run, Run - Culture Club

I don’t know anyone as cold as you baby

Except those fools who cuss me on the street

They don’t bring me down the way that you do Steal my heart and take away my sleep

So you better run, run, run

If you’re getting ready for a life of crime

So you better run, run, run

If you’re thinking maybe you can waste my time

You better run

You better run

You better run

I don’t know anyone as fine as you boy

You’re lying eyes, your lips, your hands and feet, so sweet

No-one brings me down the way that you do Steal my heart and take away my sleep

So you better run, run, run

If you’re getting ready for a life of crime

You better run, run, run

If you’re thinking maybe you can waste my time

You better run

You better run

You better run

You better run

I don’t know anyone as cold as you baby

No-one brings me down the way that you do Steal my heart and take away my sleep

So you better run, run, run

If you’re getting ready for a life of crime

You better run, run, run

If you’re thinking maybe you can waste my time

You better run, run, run

If you’re getting ready for a life of crime

You better run

You better run

You better run

You better run

You better run

You better run