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I Can Outrun Tom Cruise!

Technocops...
Martians...
Bad guys...
Flail my arms and pump my thighs!

I'm bigger than legend and myth
Spit out my cocktail and you get messed with
I eat magnolias for lunch
Then slash my way through a mad samurai bunch
It's cool when the worlds are at war
Cuz a maverick can pose and then settle up the score

I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!
I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!

Suit and tie...
Wingtips...
Briefcase...
Fury twisting up my face!

Every firm and nation is after
The color of my money like a natural disaster
A few good men tried to frisk me
So I do my business where the racing gets risky
My adrenaline thunders for days
Like a sports agent calling to demand a player raise

I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!
I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!

City dream...
Empty...
Times Square...
Wind machine flips back my hair!

The sky tastes good with hot fudge
Try all the right moves but I'll never even budge
I sucked as Vampire LeStat
On outsiders' necks till my veins got fat
I report to the Hubbard minority
Then complete my mission at an L.A. sorority

I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!
I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!

Fitted T...
Make-up...
Tight jeans...
Someone's stealing all my scenes!

I was born on the Third of July
And the nurses screamed when I shut my eyes wide
I seized them all like collateral
Sticking taps in every keg till I know that I've had em all
You think Rain Man knew his Wapner
Judge Judy calls me Young Gun, the Big City Bopper

I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!
I can outrun Tom Cruise! I can outrun Tom Cruise!

All the way to the bank, baby
All the way to the bank
All the way to the bank, baby
All the way to the bank



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