But if I know me, I'll turn this car around. I won't get halfway through town, and I'll be sorry. I'll stop and call, and you'll say you're sorry too, And I'll come runnin' back to you, if I know me. We both said some things I know we never meant, And

Here we go around, 'round, 'round She givin' me the run around, 'round, 'round, 'round Oh, what a fool believes Run, run, run around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah Run, run, run around, 'round, 'round, 'round That's right

I'm not in love (Ah ah ah) you sexy thing I'm always looking for something new Yeah you know it yeah (Ah ah ah) you move around now you show it It's just a phase that I'm going through Don't go running away Oh I'm not in love I try to tell myself all the

'Cause I'm no good, pretty mama When you're not around I got whiskey to keep me warm when the sun goes down And this God forsaken honky tonk ain't likely to run out So won't you come on home and save me Stop me before I drown And there's women in this

"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird" Why oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good. You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Super chicken At night I see your light through my

Living in a Dust Bowl Lifting me up Tearing me down All you give me is indecision the classic run-around Bringing me higher Keeping me whole Now I feel like I'm living I'm gonna make my own way

Don't it mean I love you Then she said Te amo, then she put her hand around my waist I told her no, she cried Te amo I told her I'm not gonna run away, but let me go My soul is awry and without asking why I said Te amo, wish somebody would tell me what

I've taken time to think and I Don't think it's fair for us to Turn around and say goodbye Finally found the words to say But I can't tell you If you turn around and run away, run away Did you get my message, did it send I have this feeling when I

That gangsta love Every time I come around Shawty love me down Run off on me like click clack

Something about Something about the boy There's just something about the boy He got me good I've got it bad He got me feeling like a girl gone mad Got me running around like I'm a lovefool Taking me down I can't stop He got me up