Anna Bates - Navy Blue Sheets

{Verse 1}
If he's a rock-and-roller, country singer
Poet, writer, deep-ass thinker
Philosiphiser, reads too much
Is always slightly out of touch
Never calls, sends late-night texts
Is still hung up on his latest ex
Uses three-in-one
Better yet, has navy blue sheets on his bed

{Chorus}
Oh, run, run
I beg of you, please run
Run anywhere but back to him
Oh, run like a son of a gun

{Verse 2}
If he is self-absorbed and doesn't tip
Poli-sci is what he majored in
Movie buff to the extreme
Has no hopes or lofty dreams
Makes you pay
Says that he's
Got you next time you're out to eat
Never offers you a ride
And makes you walk on the outside

{Chorus}
Oh, run, run
I beg of you, please run
Run anywhere but back to him
Oh, run like a son of a gun

{Verse 3}
Can't take a joke or a witty song
Never admits to being wrong
Knows a list of bright flags
And asks why navy sheets are bad

{Chorus}
Run, run
I beg of you, please run
Run anywhere but back to him
Oh, run like a son of a gun

Yeah, run, run
I beg of you, please run
Run anywhere but back to him
Oh, run like a son of a gun
Run like a son of a gun