But it never hit me
She was too young to be a flower child
She was better with a bottom
She needed 'em she got 'em
Princess of piece, just a happy child
Willie made the scene
She played his tambourine
Making nickels, spending dimes
Every time he left her
He got the feeling after
She was way beyond the times
RUNNING IN THE FAST LANE
PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN AND AIM
RUNNING IN THE FAST LANE
PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN AND AIM
She was a sweet kind'a girl
To make your toes curl
Unlike any you've ever seen
She was a body of work
Could make the ground perk
(And) a face for the cover of a magazine
Laura was a hippie
Boy when she hit me
Was a lot more than just love
Much more than the motion
It was her wild devotion
That always knocked your socks off
RUNNING IN THE FAST LANE
PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN AND AIM
RUNNING IN THE FAST LANE
PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN AND AIM
© 1970-2013 Manuel Rosa/Sing Your Heart Out
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