Lyrics/Music：Gary Richrath
I heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you've been messin' around
They say you've got a boy friend
You're out late every weekend
They're talking about you and it's bringing me down
But I know the neighborhood
And talk is cheap when the story is good
And the tales grow taller on down the line
So I'm telling you babe
That I don't think it's true babe
But even if it is keep this in mind
You take it on the run babe
If that's the way you want it baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it not for a minute
You're under the gun so you take it on the run
You're thinkin' up your white lies
You're puttin' on your bedroom eyes
You say you're comin' home but you won't say when
But I can feel it's comin'
If you leave tonight keep running
And you need never look back again
You take it on the run babe
If that's the way you want it baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it not for a minute
You're under the gun so you take it on the run
You take it on the run babe
If that's the way you want it baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it not for a minute
You're under the gun so you take it on the run
You take it on the run babe
If that's the way you want it baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it not for a minute
You're under the gun so you take it on the run
I heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you've been messin' around