Running Shoes

<br>So I stood by the roadside<br>The soles of my running shoes gripping<br>The tarmac like gunmetal magnets<br>Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face<br>Was the kind of a smile<br>That only a rather dull child could have drawn<br>While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight<br>But she was impressed<br>You could see that she thought I looked fine<br>And when she turned sweeter<br>The reason, between you and me, was<br>She`d just seen my green Lamborghini<br>[RW:] "I think it was the Lamborghini."<br>So we went for a spin in the country<br>To feel the wind in our hair<br>To feel the power of my engine<br>To feel the thrill of desire<br><br>And then in the trees I heard a twig snap<br>Warning lights flashed on my map<br>I opened my eyes and to my surprise<br>There were Arabs with knives at the front of the bed<br>Right at the front of the bed<br>Oh my God, how did they get in here<br>I thought we were safe home in England<br>She said, come on now kid, it was wrong what you did<br>You`ve got to admit it was wrong what you did<br>You`ve got to admit it was wrong<br>[Jade:] "Oh god....Jesus..."