Hit and Run

They never saw us coming Till they hit the floor They just kept begging for more More Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run I was brought up as a southern belle I grew into the queen of hell You were just a little stowaway That stabbed her way to save herself You always liked the taste of blood I get off when I point a gun It's so good to have someone to be so bad with First one up was a preacher's son Last one down was an Englishman I'm in bed with his bowtie on All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Sunday on notting hill He was sneaking a cigarette His god protects him but I know we'll get him yet Ran my fingers through his hair So he thinks it's fun and games He don't know our faces but he'll never forget our names First one up was a preacher's son Last one down was an Englishman I'm in bed with his bowtie on All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run I was waiting in the getaway car You were stuck in the hotel bar He was a proper Englishman He has one last pipe before the cops broke in You poured the gasoline and I drove into the flames History will hate us but they'll never forget our names They never saw us coming Till they hit the floor They just kept begging for more More They never saw us coming Till they hit the floor They just kept begging for more More First one up was a preacher's son Last one down was an Englishman I'm in bed with his bowtie on All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run Na na na na na na na All dressed up for a hit and run All dressed up All dressed up for a hit and run All dressed up for a hit and run