Rhonda
(专辑: 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...