I met a girl who says she's from LA But man, She loves turnin' sun into rain She thinks she's too good to be riding subways 'Cuz that Pacific Life could not be replaced I listen to her run her mouth everyday She says my compliments are all the same She's like a timebomb tickin' away But between the sheets she knows what to say... Can't get enough.. Ooh baby.. Can't get enough.. Of your good time love But you're not the one.. No, baby So I'll be on the run... Yeah I'll be on the run.. But I just can't get enough.. Can't get enough of you baby, no.. Although there's no fixin' this mess I made I hope to God that every girl a'int the same 'Cuz she's a timebomb tickin' away Still tryin' to get this wrapped around my brain Can't get enough... Ooh baby.. Can't get enough.. Of your good time love But you're not the one.. No, baby So I'll be on the run... Yeah I'll be on the run.. But I just can't get enough.. Can't get enough... Ooh baby.. Can't get enough.. Of your good time love But you're not the one.. No, baby So I'll be on the run... Yeah I'll be on the run.. Can't get enough... Ooh baby.. Can't get enough.. Of your good time love But you're not the one.. No, baby So I'll be on the run... Yeah I'll be on the run.. But I just can't get enough.. No... Oh... Oh... Just can't get enough... Oh... Oh... No Oh.. Oh.. Oh..