i m not the kind of guy to give it up a history of reasons won t make me stop or the colour of your skin or the colour of my eyes when you re looking at him i would do it again i d do it again i d do it again when it s you and i i m unpacking and you re leaving on another red eye goodbye time never seems to wait in line when everything s at stake but i won t have the final say they ll be rollin in their graves watchin your mistakes from the wake i m not the kind of guy to put up a front but touch what isn t yours and i ll fuck you up you re a sinner or saint and nothing in between will cover the stains i would do it again i d do it again i d do it again when it s fight or die but you re dying as you re fighting cause you re just a fist shy i would do it again i d do it again i d do it again when it s you and i i m unpacking and you re leaving on another red eye goodbye time never seems to wait in line when everything s at stake but i won t have the final say they ll be rollin in their graves watchin your mistakes from the wake i was a foster child in southern england i was a merchant in india powerful impatient i was a little girl in dresses innocent deceptive it won t leave me be oh you can run you can run you can run