They never saw us coming
Till they hit the floor
They just kept begging for more,more
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
I was brought up from the southern belle
I, grew into the Queen from hell
You were just a little stow away that her way to save herself
You always liked the taste of blood and, I get it off when I pointed the gun
It's to good to have someone to be so bad with
First one up was a preachers son
Last one down was an Englishman
I'm in bed with his bow-tie on
All dressed up for a hit and run
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
Sunday in Notting hill
He was sneaking a cigarette
His God protects him but, I know we'll get him yet
Ran my fingers through his hair so he thinks its fun and games
He don't know our faces but he'll never forget our names
First one up was a preachers son
Last one down was an Englishman
I'm in bed with his bow-tie on
All dressed up for a hit and run
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
I was waiting in the getaway car
You were stuck in the hotel bar
He was a proper Englishman
You had one last pint before the cops broke in
You poured the gasoline and, I drove into the flames
History will hate us but, they'll never forget our names
They never saw us coming
Till they hit the floor
They just kept begging for more, more
They never saw us coming
Till they hit the floor
They just kept begging for more, more
First one up was a preachers son
Last one down was an Englishman
I'm in bed with his bow-tie on
All dressed up for a hit and run
(Hey yeah)
Na(x7)
(Hey yeah!)
All dressed up for a hit and run
(oooh)
Na(x7)
All dressed up for a hit and run
Hey-ey(x2)
Oooh
(All dressed up)
Hey-ey(x3)
Oooh
All dressed up for a hit and run(x2)
