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Bruno Mars – Runaway Baby Lyrics

Bruno Mars – Runaway Baby Lyrics

Ah, yes.

Well, looky here, looky here.
Ah, what do we have?
Another pretty thang ready for me to grab.
But little does she know
That I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing
‘Cause at the end of the night
It is her I’ll be holding.

I love you so, hey.
That’s what you’ll say (that’s what you’ll say).
You’ll tell me, “Baby, baby, please don’t go away (don’t go away).”
But when I play (but when I play),
I never stay (I never stay).
To every girl that I meet, yeah, this is what I say,

“Run, run, run, away, run, away, baby,
Before I put my spell on you.
You better get, get, get away, get away, darling,
‘Cause everything you heard is true.
Your poor little heart will end up alone
‘Cause Lord knows I’m a rolling stone.
So, you better run, run, run, away, run, away, baby.”

Well, let me think, let me think.
Ah, what should I do?
So many eager young bunnies
That I’d like to pursue.
Now even though they eating out the palm of my hand,
There’s only one carrot,
And they all gotta share it!

I love you so, hey.
That’s what you’ll say (that’s what you’ll say).
You’ll tell me, “Baby, baby please don’t go away (don’t go away).”
But when I play (but when I play),
I never stay (I never stay).
To every girl that I meet, yeah, this is what I say,

“Run, run, run, away, run, away, baby,
Before I put my spell on you.
You better get, get, get away, get away, darling,
‘Cause everything you heard is true.
Your poor little heart will end up alone
‘Cause Lord knows I’m a rolling stone.
So, you better run, run, run, away, run, away, baby.”

See, I ain’t tryna hurt you, baby.
No, no, no, I just wanna work you, baby.
Yo, yo.
See, I ain’t tryna hurt you, baby.
No, no, no, I just wanna work you, baby.

If you scared you better run (you better run),
You better run (you better run),
You better run (you better run),
You better—, you better—, you better—

Run, run, run, away, run, away, baby,
Before I put my spell on you.
You better get, get, get away, get away, darling,
‘Cause everything you heard is true.
Your poor little heart will end up alone
‘Cause Lord knows I’m a rolling stone.
So you better run, run, run, away, run, away, baby.

Writer(s): BROWN CHRISTOPHER STEVEN, BRODY BROWN