Carolina Rain – Letras de Get Outta My Way

Hey, step aside brother, you're blockin' my view.
But let me pretend I'm talkin' to you,
(Talkin' to you.)
'Cause I'm lookin' at her, an' I like what I see.
No, don't turn around, she's lookin' at me.
(Lookin' at me.)
Yeah, she knows I know,
Well, you know:

I gotta go before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a Bible on fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her think about wantin' to be my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my way.

(Na, na na na, na na na na, na na na na.)

I know I drove you here, but, well could you find a ride home?
'Cause I'm a man on a mission, gotta go it alone.
(Go it alone.)
Here's a ten for a cab, an' you can finish my beer.
'Cause she's into me; I'm into her an' we're outta here.
(We're outta here.)
Yeah, she knows I know,
Well, c'mon, you know:

I gotta go before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a Bible on fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her think about wantin' to be my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my...

Wait a minute, what's she doin' now?
She's puttin' her coat on,
Wavin' her keys, lookin' at me:
All right, goodnight, gotta go be:

Before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a Bible on fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her think about wantin' to be my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my way.
Ah.

Before she runs like a fast little filly,
She's a Bible on fire, a hot bowl of chilli,
An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.
An' I can't let her get away.
I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy,
That'll make her think about wantin' to be my baby,
'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day,
So hey, get outta my way.

(Before she runs like a fast little filly,)
(She's a Bible on fire, a hot bowl of chilli,)
(An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.)
An' I can't let her get away.