Real Bad News - Two Hours

Sneakin' out of my house
It's nearly three a.m.
I gotta see that girl
I'm not supposed to be seein'

She's outta bounds; I'm outta of line
She's not like me; I'm not her kind
We got two hours, baby
I'm outta luck; she's fingers crossed
I need a map; she's never lost
We got two hours, baby

So tired I can't see straight
Half-asleep but my car knows the way
To that big 'ol house up that winding road
Where she's sittin', waitin' all alone

She's outta bounds; I'm outta of line
She's not like me; I'm not her kind
We got two hours, baby
I'm outta luck; she's fingers crossed
I need a map; she's never lost
We got two hours, baby

Written by:
Charles Davis, Chuk Davis

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