Rhonda

(альбом: I Wanna Dance With You - 1988)

Rhonda's on the road tonight
Heading down to Cielago
Wipes the last tear from her eyes
Turns up Madonna on the radio

She's breaking free from a man who was wheeling and dealing
Dragging her right down till she lost all the feeling
Running away with her world in the backseat of her car

Oh, Rhona's getting out of here
She just can't take it anymore
She's simply gonna disappear
Just swimming to another shore

And for the first time her mind is clear as a crystal
Cleansed by the rain beating on the windshield
When you love too much you're blind, but now she can see

Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda don't look back
You better run-run-run girl before you crack
Take your life back, be what you wanna be
Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda he's no good
And your poor heart ain't made out of wood
Take control before you lose your sanity
Rhonda you are free

Now Rhonda called her sister Jo (Jo, Jo, Jo, Jo)
From the phone booth on highway one
Help me I don't know where to go (go, go, go, go)
I'm like the fugitive who's on the run

Oh, her heart wasn't made to have change wrapped around it
She ain't turning back, no feeling guilty about it
She don't care if she ever sees his face again

Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda don't look back
You better run-run-run girl before you crack
Take your life back, be what you wanna be
Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda he's no good
And your poor heart ain't made out of wood
Take control before you lose your sanity
Rhonda you are free

He had a hold on her heart, he was dealing her dirty
Wasting her life, she was always feeling guilty
When you love too much you're blind, but now she can see
Rhonda you are free

Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda don't look back
You better run-run-run girl before you crack
Take your life back, be what you wanna be
Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda he's no good
And your poor heart ain't made out of wood
Take control before you lose your sanity

Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda don't look back
You better run-run-run girl before you crack
Take your life back, be what you wanna be
Oh, Rhon-Rhon-Rhonda he's no good
And your poor...