Whoo, alright
Yo, whoo
Alright, boys, here we go now, ah
Why should gay boys get all the good seats?
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Little girl, God gave ya two good feets for
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Your legs are crossed and your shoe is danglin’, yo
Saturday put me in the shape I’m in
Come on baby, let’s get over the street
So g#dd#mn great, I wanna kiss your feet
Since I was a boy, loved them high-heeled shoes
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Just lookin’ at you in ’em takes away my blues
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
I’m right behind ya, flyin’ up them stairs, yo
What we do up there, I don’t care
I be lovin’ what I seen from here
You’ve got flesh colored underwear
Let’s play secretary, let’s have a little fun
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
I’ll take dictation, you’re the bossy one
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
On a desk that’s just yea-high, duh
You spread your wings just like a butterfly
My god, it’s almost made ya deified
I love you, baby ’cause you ain’t shy
Taste so sweet, feel I been glorified
Sexless Italian actress at the Vatican
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Confessin’ to a demented clergyman
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Esmeralda and the Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Beauty and the Beast, Cocteau is to blame
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
Who cares what the neighbors say?
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
They gonna talk about us anyway
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
The young gravedigger and the corpse
(Runnin’ around, runnin’ around)
I love you, baby, you’re so warped
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