Walk, Walk, Run
I walk, walk, run
I can't take another pun.
It's hot outside, and you don't care
I can no longer bare.
You walk, walk, run
You say your hair looks nice in a bun
It's to where you know what you want
And it seems you want to pant.
We walk, walk, run
We together create a ton
It's until the cops caught us
We then started to fuss.
Our reign was over
And it turns out you were undercover.
I can't take another pun.
It's hot outside, and you don't care
I can no longer bare.
You walk, walk, run
You say your hair looks nice in a bun
It's to where you know what you want
And it seems you want to pant.
We walk, walk, run
We together create a ton
It's until the cops caught us
We then started to fuss.
Our reign was over
And it turns out you were undercover.