Sonya Millesh - Hit and run | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Sonya Millesh
• Hit and run

Hollywood and New York, mister major.
And there's me,
Little queen of the stage, yeah!
He's a God,
One the stars call creator,
Hail the king of the industry players.
Take off your business suit,
Sitting in your lap for my interview.

Hit it and run.
Let's hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Baby, hit it and run,
Hit it and run.

Pick me up in your white Lamborghini.
London town,
You'll watch out,
While I'm singing,
Glamorize on the stage.
Boy, believe me.
Keep your girl back,
No competing.
Eying you from across the room,
Watching me,
Watching you.

Hit it and run.
Let's hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Baby, hit it and run,
Hit it and run.

You and me
On a spree,
Takin' over.
All obey, hey,
Wanna be your soldier.

Hit it and run.
Baby, hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Hit it and run.

Oh, oh, oh,
You know this world is mean:
Nothing's for free,
It's money and technology.
Together we'd be dead or late.
You know this world is mean:
Nothing's for free,
Together we'd be dead or late,
Dead or late,
Dead or late.

Hit it and run.
Let's hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Hit it and run.
Baby, hit it and run,
Hit it and run.

You and me
On a spree,
Takin' over.
All obey, hey,
Wanna be your soldier.
Hit it and run,
Baby,
Hit it and run.
Hit it and run.

Sonya Millesh еще тексты