you want to shoot me down again
why did i steal your crowd
i never knew you could be so vain
don’t you know
i’m on my feet again
see it didn’t take too long
time has a funny way of healing
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to play
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to say
it was hell living on the outside
but it did me good
so it’s over now here’s your big surprise
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to play
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to say
don’t tell me what to say yeah
at soldiers and sailors we all knew
busted fingers meant for you
a broken hand
i’ve got a broken heart
it wasn’t the pressure
that tore me apart
it was you
only you
no you’ll never shoot me down again
looks like the table’s turned
time has a funny way of healing
i’m not sure of what’s in store for me
hope i’ll dream guess
so for now i wish you well
but not the best
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to play yeah
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to say
don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to play tell me what to play
don’t run my life don’t run my life
don’t tell me what to say don’tcha tell me what to say
don’t run my life don’t run my life don’t run don’t run
don’t tell me what to play don’tcha tell me what to play oh yeah
Artist: Spys
Year: 1982
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 117