"The Fugitive" as written by and Chris Stein Deborah Harry....
Give it up baby
Don't be so mean
Give it up baby
Why don't you come clean?

What harm can come from a stolen kiss
How could ya leave me at a time like this
Convicted by forbidden bliss
You hit the road like a fugitive

Give it up baby
Give it to me
I said give it up baby
Come clean

Were we just getting too intimate?
Like falling into a bottomless pit?
Committed crimes are pa-passionate
And just when it gets so primitive

You hit the road like a fugitive
Work me now
Work me now
Show me how

Work me now
Running scared's no way to live
Hesitant and tentative
Something else has got to give

It can be so primitive
All in one night we'll scheme our way to the heavens
You're captive in my grip
You're watching time crawl by

Attending to my needs
Emotion boiling over I count the explosions
Then you hit the road like a fugitive!
Work me now!

Oh baby show me how!
Work me now!
Work me now!
Staring for a moment as I sneak attack

You run away
I watch your back
You got to make your getaway
You better get it good

You're just a primitive fugitive
I said work me now!
I said surrender surrender give it to me
Mmm baby give it up don't be so mean

Ah baby baby can't ya why don't you come clean
Come on and show me how!
Baby work me now!


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"The Fugitive" as written by Deborah Harry Chris Stein

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