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Rough Detective

de The Dead Weather

You're an unusual suspect now and may be right
The kind all men cannot recollect or forget at night
You're the rough detective with the smokey eye
Where the person you are after is the other guy
The apprentice is the master and the cop's a clown
You hear me laughing in the background

Don't make me run, baby
Don't make me run
Don't make me run, baby
Don't make me run

Well, I'll make you retell your story now just to trip you up
This mirror is reflective only if you're tired
Your instinct is defective, but your crook's on fire
I, get a lil' possessive when I've tricking a liar now
You sympathize, you hypnotize, it's just so odd.
Well, I'm a rough detective on a glory ride
You keep going faster so I slow down
You hear me laughing in the background

Don't make me run, baby
Don't make me run
Don't make me run, baby
Don't make me run

(Aaaaaah!
What's happening?
What's happening?
Well...)

I can't hold it any longer
I can't hold it anymore
She looked right at me and laughed; is she laughing?
She looked right at me, is she laughing at me?
Don't make me run is she laughing at me?
You sympathize, you hypnotize, it's just so odd

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