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作词 : CASisDEAD/Dora Jar

作曲 : Peter Byrne/Rob Fisher

(Run)

I wanna see you on the run, run (Run)

Chase you into the setting sun for fun (Watcha back, boy)

Sink my teeth in titanic love (You're spooky, you're spooky)

Inject you with my venom, venom, venom

Swerving through the traffic like a prat

Going sixty in a thirty in this Aston that's in black (It's in black)

I'm tryna steer and rack this gak

Hit the curb

****ed my tracking, now I'm driving on a flat

I swear I told her it was over (Yeah)

Came outside the crib to dirty scratches in the motor

Blowing up my MicroTAC Motorola

Can't remember if she said she's bi or bipolar

The smiley face was just an act

Now it's clear this chick is tapped

Ain't escaping this intact

Check my track record

It's just crazy I attract

Death threat up on the mirror

It's in Illamasqua matte

It's cute, but I don't like to laugh

Should've seen the psychopath

Driving in the cycle path

Flashbacks of when she threw the toaster in the bath

It was a shock to say the least

I didn't think she'd go that far

I wanna see you on the run, run (Run)

Chase you into the setting sun for fun (Watcha back, boy)

Sink my teeth in titanic love (You're spooky, you're spooky)

Inject you with my venom, venom, venom

Yeah

Park the V8 Vantage where I live

They got tents up in the garden

They got tape outside the crib

Bloody fingerprints all on the fridge

Matching my new chick who's missing

Asked if I know where she is (**** knows)

Under suspicion so I'm stressed

I know who it was

Just don't know how she got my new address (**** 'em)

BM texting me all vexed, wants her pound of flesh

Asking who this b***h is I let pick our kids up from the creche

Shit

Put the blower down in shock

Trouble written right through her like a stick of rock (Stick of rock)

Should've clocked

Now I'm driving 'round the block

Hoping that I find them quick before the divers in the docks (Splash)

Get back and she's sat on the bed

Stood and put the sushi chef kitchen knife up to my head

Little sort said she's sorry, she was off her meds

Long story short, apparently the wedding's end of Feb

Cross my heart

Hope you die

If you're not mine, I'll make you mine

Lost my heart, out of time

You crossed the line, oh, I'll make you mine

I wanna see you on the run, run (Run)

Chase you into the setting sun for fun (Watcha back, boy)

Sink my teeth in titanic love (You're spooky, you're spooky)

Inject you with my venom, venom, venom