Hideaway - Mystery Jets

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

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