Here tonight,
do my thing
I live my life like a runaway
You can try,
make me wanna stay
Can't you even stand, now I run away
Paris, L.A., then Texas
Left a little trail of excess
I'll be on a plane, buy breakfast
Or a box, thanks a lot
Paris, La Bohune
See ya now,
go cry into their mommas when I leave,
say I'll be