Left me to love What it's doing to me Baby's got got some new rules What about me? I sat there looking ugly Looking ugly and mean I knew what you were saying You were saying to me Baby, said she's she's had it with me

Run for cover Run while you can, baby, don't look look back You gotta run for cover Don't be afraid of the the fear, that's a played out trap, man You know you're not the the only one And don't look look back, just run for cover She's She's running What have you gathered to

She's She's alone in the the new pollution She's She's got cigarette on each arm She's She's got the the lily-white cavity crazes She's She's got a carburetor tied to the the moon Pink eyes looking to the the food of the the ages She's She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the the mangling

Oh, walk away She's She's looking to love you There's nothing to say Just turn your head and walk away Lord she's she's handsome as she flows across the the floor Nothing I've seen in my life has ever pleased me more She's She's got the the look of freedom, and it makes you think

(She's She's got looks that kill) She's She's got the the looks that kill, that kill She's She's got the the look Now listen up She's She's razor sharp If she don't get her way She'll slice you apart If you don't get her name Now she's she's a cool, cool black

You, oh, oh, you, oh, oh Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's she's looking at you, oh, oh You, oh, oh We go fast till they can't replay Who knows why it's gotta be this way

She got got that whole place glowing Way above the the clouds in the the sky singing I'm looking at an Angel And believe me when I say (glowing, glowing, glowing) And she's she's high in the the sky singing Singing my song (yeah yeah), From dusk till dawn (yeah yeah)

She is a little of everything Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way She's She's got the the world at her fingertips And she makes beauty look look effortless And I want everything she is She is whatever she wants to be She hails from Boston, she hates the the sounds of

Go, go, go, little queenie Standin' over by the the record machine Looking like a model On the the cover of a magazine She's She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen I got got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the the aisle I got got the wiggles in my knees When

She's She's got a boyfriend anyway Do you say no And this is how it starts You take your shoes off in the the back of my van My shirt looks so good When it's just hanging off your back And she said use your hands and my spare time We've got got one thing in common