Hit & 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.
Glamorous on the stage,
Boy believe me.
Keep your girl back.
No competing.
Eying you from across the room,
Watching me.
Wa-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 deadly.
You know this world is mean.
Nothing's for free.
It's money and technology.
Together we'd be deadly.
Deadly.
Deadly.
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.
