You got me runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round
There's something there to say
And now I can take hold of the future
You're always when I need you, there
You hear me yellin' out, runnin' out
Come and tell me what you need to me
Now I wanna know, I gotta know
Tell me, I can't hear, yeah
Come and tell me what you need to me
And make it loud and clear
You got to pick up, pick up, just to hear me sing
Pick up on the phone when the phone bell ring
Tell me on the phone, I can make some plans
Run into your home, somethin' I will bring
No one else, baby, we must do
Make it to your home, takin' off my shoes
Holdin' me close, feel the warm embrace
Look me in the eyes, I can see your face
Lead me astray (yeah, yeah)
WRITERS
Arapekanga Adams-Tamatea, Brad Kora, Hiriini Kora, Joel Shadbolt, Miharo Gregory