paroles de chanson Hit and Run - LOLO
They
never
saw
us
coming
Til
they
hit
the
floor
They
just
kept
beggin
for
More,
more
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
I
was
brought
up
as
a
southern
belle
I
grew
into
the
queen
of
hell
You
were
just
a
little
stowaway
That
stabbed
her
way
to
save
herself
You
always
liked
the
taste
of
blood
And
I
get
off
when
I
point
the
gun
It's
so
good
to
have
someone
to
be
so
bad
with
First
one
up
was
a
preachers
son
Last
one
down
was
an
Englishman
I'm
in
bed
with
his
bow
tie
on
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Sunday
in
notting
hill
He
was
sneaking
a
cigarette
His
God
protects
him
but
I
know
we'll
get
him
yet
Ran
my
fingers
threw
his
hair
So
he
thinks
it's
fun
and
games
He
don't
know
our
faces
but
He'll
never
forget
our
names
First
one
up
was
a
preachers
son
Last
one
down
was
an
Englishman
I'm
in
bed
with
his
bow
tie
on
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
I
was
waiting
in
the
getaway
car
You
were
stuck
in
the
hotel
bar
He
was
a
proper
Englishman
You
had
one
last
pint
before
the
cops
broke
in
You
poured
the
gasoline
and
I
drove
into
the
flames
History
will
hate
us
But
they'll
never
forget
our
names
They
never
saw
us
coming
Til
they
hit
the
floor
They
just
kept
beggin
for
More,
more
They
never
saw
us
coming
Til
they
hit
the
floor
They
just
kept
beggin
for
More,
more
First
one
up
was
a
preachers
son
Last
one
down
was
an
Englishman
I'm
in
bed
with
his
bow
tie
on
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
Na
na
na
na
na
na
na
All
dressed
up
for
a
hit
and
run
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