Hit and Run

Hollywood and New York, mister Major
 Then there’s me
 Little queen of the stage
 He’s a God
 One the stars call creator
 Hail the king of the industry players
 Take off your business suit
 Sittin’ in your lap for my interview

Hit and run
 Let’s hit and run
 Hit and run
 Hit and run
 Baby
 Hit and run
 Hit and run

Pick me up in your white Lamborghini
 London town
 You’ll watch out
 While I’m singing
 Glamourize on the stage
 Boy believe me
 Keep your girl back
 No competing
 Eying you from across the room
 Watching me
 Wa-watching you

Hit and run
 Let’s hit and run
 Hit and run
 Hit and run
 Baby
 Hit and run
 Hit and run

You and me
 On a spree
 Takin’ over
 …
 Wanna be your soldier

Hit and run
 Baby
 Hit and run
 Hit and run

Oh oh oh
 You know this world is mean
 Nothing’s for free,
 It’s money and technology
 Together we’d be dead or late
 You know this world is mean
 Nothing’s for free
 Together we’d be dead or late
 Dead or late
 Dead or late

Hit and run
 Let’s hit and run
 Hit and run
 Hit and run
 Baby
 Hit and run
 Hit and run

You and me
 On a spree
 Takin’ over
 …
 Wanna be your so
 Hit and run
 Baby
 Hit and run
 Hit and run