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Hit And Run

Brown eyes, they spy
On cheating wives
It’s summer 1999
She’d like to party for a while
If you would share her taxi
It’s rare she gets to second base
Due to the drawbacks of her face
Now we are set on tender hooks
Stood on romantic books and

La, la, la, la la la la He takes his lager with a dash
Instead of stumbling home at two
He guards a sober veil
She broke his heart and took his smile
Left it upon the Western Line
He’s broken up and broken down
Dare not to be alone and

La, la, la, la la la la
Well she wants to play
On every day
And todays the day that summer came