Wild Eyes
I don't need you
No more
I just wish that
I wish that I could let you go
You break all the rules
It's just what you do
It's just what you do
You're looking at me with those wild eyes
You're telling me to back away
You see the way that you smile
Makes death run for the hills
He's running for the hills
Your father is a preacher
This much I know
And as a preacher
He'd know where we'll go
You break all the rules
It's just what you do
It's just what you do
You're looking at me with those wild eyes
You're telling me to back away
You see the way that you smile
Makes death run for the hills
He's running for the hills
He's running for the hills
He's running for the hills
He's running for the hills
He's running for the hills
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
