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I've been running around, running around Don't make a sound, don't wanna get found I've been hiding behind the blinds But in my mind I don't wanna be that kind of guy Running around, running around Don't make a sound, don't wanna get found I've been hiding behind the blinds But in my mind I don't wanna be that kind of guy Undercover lover, took a record off the stack Undercover lover, left his parka on the rack Undercover lover, left the tarmac on the track Undercover lover, took a feather from my hat Undercover lover, cut a key to the flat Undercover lover, twist the knife in my back Undercover lover, maybe doesn't know that Undercover lover, left a rubber in the sack Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh Darling, we've got to talk I feel like a whore, taking the back door Things have got to change I don't want to blacken my name or be to blame Letras de canciones Darling, we've got to talk I feel like a hawk, taking the back door Things have got to change I don't want to blacken my name or be to blame Undercover lover's been playing my 45s Undercover lover's been at my cherry pie Undercover lover's been grooming my bride Undercover lover's got you batting both sides Undercover lover's gonna put me inside Undercover lover's got it right between the eyes Undercover lover is in for a surprise Undercover lover left a rubber in my ride Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh (Thanks to Karla for these lyrics) From Letras Mania