You keep your distance that's for sure
You led me to believe you're an open door
But when I reached for your handle
I learned otherwise
You handed fiction out in paperback
Eight hundred pages
Lined from the top to the bottom with the words come here
And I read every last word
When I'm nice you're disinterested
(Woo-ooh)
When I'm an asshole you're offended
(Woo-ooh)
You're a lure with no prize
A chase with no catch
You're perfect
Runaway
Though I'm never gonna lock you down
(Woo-ooh)
You're always gonna be around
(Woo-ooh)
If I follow slow
You'll wait up for me
You're to blame
Runaway
There's a problem with your temperature
I did my best
I tried my best
To warm you down
But you froze my thermometer
Your time is a magical thing
Like this curse that you put on me
If you aren't willing to give me yours
Why should I waste mi-ine
That is in the"I" of the word
When I'm nice you're disinterested
(Woo-ooh)
When I'm an asshole you're offended
(Woo-ooh)
You're a lure with no prize
A chase with no catch
You're perfect
Runaway
Though I'm never gonna lock you down
(Woo-ooh)
You're always gonna be around
(Woo-ooh)
If I follow slow
You'll wait up for me
You're to blame
Runaway
When I'm nice you're disinterested
(Woo-ooh)
When I'm an asshole you're offended
(Woo-ooh)
You're a lure with no prize
A chase with no catch
You're perfect
Runaway
Though I'm never gonna lock you down
(Woo-ooh)
You're always gonna be around
(Woo-ooh)
If I follow slow
Your luring eyes
You're to blame
Runaway
