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