He Run With looks like these this mother fucker is made for the screen Don't get caught in his glance unless you willin' to dance with me So twirl your skirt until it hurts my baby please And I'll shake my knees if that's what ya please my baby doll Banquet tables and tiered cakes Chinese lanterns that's what I say I say what's wrong with you I am made for the run Are you made for the run Well are you Put your dreams on hold we'll call it a sort of layaway Makin' payments by the day It seems you are never late I am made for the run We ain't all made for the run We are made for the run