Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another, you've been messing around
They say you've got a boyfriend
You're out late every weekend
They're talking about you, and it's bringing me down
But I know the neighborhood
And talk is cheap when the story is good
And the tales grow taller on down the line
But I'm telling you, babe
That I don't think it's true, babe
And even if it is, keep this in mind
You take it on the run, baby
If that's the way you want it, baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it
Not for a minute
You're under the gun, so you take it on the run
You're thinking up your white lies
You're putting on your bedroom eyes
You say you're coming home, but you won't say when
But I can feel it coming
If you need to make it running
Then you need never look back again
You take it on the run, baby
If that's the way you want it, baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it
Not for a minute
You're under the gun, so you take it on the run
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another, you've been messing around