Hit and Run
Hit and Run
LH
Loleatta Holloway
AcordesTempo: 109*
Tamanho do texto
Múltiplos tons possíveis*
- A (Metadados da música)
- Em (Análise de acordes)
Intro
Em
They never saw us coming
B
'Til they hit the floor
Em
They just kept beggin for
B
More, more
Post-Chorus
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Verse 1
Em Am
I was brought up as a southern belle
B
I grew into the queen of hell
Em Am
You were just a little stowaway
B
That stabbed her way to save herself
Em Am
You always liked the taste of blood
B
And I get off when I point the gun
Em Am B
It's so good to have someone to be so bad with
Chorus
Em Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B Em
Last one down was an englishman
Em Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Repetition: Post-Chorus
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Verse 2
Em Am
Sunday in notting hill
B
He was sneaking a cigarette
Em Am
His God protects him but
B
I know we'll get him dead
Em Am
Ran my fingers through his hair
B
So he thinks it's fun and games
Em Am
He don't know our faces but
B
He'll never forget our names
Repetition: Chorus
Em Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B Em
Last one down was an englishman
Em Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Repetition: Post-Chorus
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Verse 3
Em Am
I was waiting in the getaway car
B Em
You were stuck in the hotel bar
Em Am
He was a proper englishman
B
He had one last pint before the cops broke in
Em Am
You poured the gasoline and
B
I drove into the flames
Em Am
History will hate us
B
But they'll never forget our names
Bridge
Em
They never saw us coming
B
'Til they hit the floor
Em
They just kept beggin for
B
More, more
Em
They never saw us coming
B
'Til they hit the floor
Em
They just kept beggin for
B
More, more
Repetition: Chorus
Em Am
First one up was a preacher's son
B Em
Last one down was an englishman
Em Am
I'm in bed with his bow tie on
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Repetition: Post-Chorus
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
Em Am
Na na na na na na na
B Em
All dressed up for a hit and run
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