The Run - Brown Shoe

With looks like these this mother fucker is made for the screen

Don’t get caught in his glance unless you willin' to dance with me

So twirl your skirt until it hurts my baby please

And I’ll shake my knees if that’s what ya please my baby doll

Banquet tables and tiered cakes Chinese lanterns that’s what I say

I say what’s wrong with you

I am made for the run

Are you made for the run

Well are you

Put your dreams on hold we’ll call it a sort of layaway

Makin' payments by the day

It seems you are never late

I am made for the run

We ain’t all made for the run

We are made for the run