You Don't Gotta Run

You don't gotta run
You don't gotta run
You don't gotta run
'Til you're breaking the heart
Of another son

Let a lady know
Book the time to go, oh no!
Four days in a row
And it's starting to show
On the line below

You don't gotta run
You don't gotta run, my baby
You don't gotta run
'Til you're breaking the heart
Of another son

Nothing more a brother can do
Sister had it coming to you
Counting all the way 'til I knew
The number twenty-two
Nothing more a brother can say
Sister had it coming your way
Did you know your lover's birthday?
The number twenty-two

Hanging on a thread
Like the words you said
The moment that you read
From the paper you had
On your double bed

You don't gotta run
You don't gotta run, my baby
You don't gotta run
'Til you're breaking the heart
Of another son