Lyrics:

Is the person in the mirror happy with what she's like?
I've come to sound if you've got all my (HELP Bextor fans!)
Things are coming round so proud
Seems like every day's your bloody bough
Every kind of way
They're eccentric to please
And every scandal says
They're dogmatic, to wheeze
We are free, baby
It's that easy
It's you and me on the run
Second to none
Are you happy if your bed becomes your base?
With the secret grin of childish delight on your face
Gritted car enthusiast
Sympathetic or downcast
Every kind of way
They're eccentric to please
And every scandal says
They're dogmatic, to wheeze
We are free, baby
It's that easy
It's you and me on the run
Second to none
It's you and me on the run
Second to none
It's you and me on the run
You and me on the run
You and me on the run