The Fugitive by Blondie
Give it up baby.
Don't be so mean.
Give it up baby.
Why don't you come clean?
What harm can come from a stolen kiss?
How could ya leave me at a time like this?
Convicted by forbidden bliss, you hit the road like a fugitive.
Give it up baby.
Give it to me.
I said give it up baby.
It's time come clean.
Were we just getting too intimate?
Like falling into a bottomless pit?
Committed crimes are pa-passionate and just when it gets so primitive, you hit the road like a fugitive.
Work me now!
Work me now!
Show me how!
Work me now!
Running scared's no way to live.
Hesitant and tentative.
Something else has got to give.
It can be so primitive!
Oh!
All in one night we'll scheme our way to the heavens.
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