Lletres: Carolina Rain. Weather The Storm. Get Outta My Way.

Hey, step aside brother, you're blockin' my view.
But let me pretend I'm talkin' to you,
(Talkin' to you.)
'Cause I'm lookin' at her, an' I like what I see.
No, don't turn around, she's lookin' at me.
(Lookin' at me.)
Yeah, she knows I know,
Well, you know:

I gotta go before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my way.

(Na, na na na, na na na na, na na na na.)

I know I drove you here, but, well could you find a ride home?
'Cause I'm a man on a mission, gotta go it alone.
(Go it alone.)
Here's a ten for a cab, an' you can finish my beer.
'Cause she's into me; I'm into her an' we're outta here.
(We're outta here.)
Yeah, she knows I know,
Well, c'mon, you know:

I gotta go before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my...

Wait a minute, what's she doin' now?
She's puttin' her coat on,
Wavin' her keys, lookin' at me:
All right, goodnight, gotta go be...

...fore she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my way.
Ah.

Before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my way.

(Before she runs like a fast little filly,)
(She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli,)
(An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.)
An' I can't let her get away.