Running Away

(album: Trading Change - 2014)

Your lips, your thighs, your hips, your hmm...

Stop running away from it all!

Look, and as I sit by myself trying to understand why
You would leave me like that, feed me all of those lies
All those times that I look into your eyes, I'm thinking
That we're sharing our life

Beneath it, though, you have something to hide, right?
And I wanna hide that I kinda mind, could be mindful of blind-sightedness
Only makes it worse, I whenever my time to
Back when I would hold you or stroke you or sing to you...

About your lips, and your thighs
Your hips, and your eyes
Oh, the way you grew
The way you move along
The list of things
That I'd do to you
You'd best not know...

Stop running away from it all, go!
(Hey, mm, what you do?)
Stop running away from it all
(Hey, ho, as she says)

(Oh, we are born to get some)
(Oh, we all want to get some)
Stop running away from it all
(Put your hands on me)
Stop running, stop running, stop running away!

It get worse, though, listen!

Uh, she would push me and I would shove her back
And I would push her and she would shove me back
I'd say I love her, she said she hates me back
I'm like fuck that, you can't do that

And tell me, is there something
That you believe in, or how're you gonna live
And tell me, is there something
That you believe in, or how're you gonna live

And tell me, is there something
That you believe in, or how're you gonna live
And tell me, is there something
That you believe in, or how're you gonna live

(Oh, we are born to get some)
(Oh, we all want to get some)
Stop running away from it all
(Put your hands on me)
Stop running, stop running, stop running away!

Your lips, and your thighs
Your hips, and your eyes
Oh, the way you grew
The way you move along
The list of things
That I'd do to you
You'd best not know...

Stop running away from it all, go!

(Oh, we are born to get some)
(Oh, we all want to get some)
Stop running away from it all
(Put your hands on me)
Stop running, stop running, stop running away!

(Oh, we are born to get some)
(Oh, we all want to get some)
Stop running away from it all
(Put your hands on me)
Stop running, stop running, stop running away!

Stop running away from it all!