I've been running around, running around  Don't make a sound, don't wanna get found  I've been hiding behind the blinds  But in my mind I don't wanna be that kind of guy    Running around, running around  Don't make a sound, don't wanna get found  I've been hiding behind the blinds  But in my mind I don't wanna be that kind of guy    Undercover lover, took a record off the stack  Undercover lover, left his parka on the rack  Undercover lover, left a tyre mark on the track  Undercover lover, took a feather from my hat  Undercover lover, cut a key to the flat  Undercover lover, twist the knife in my back  Undercover lover, maybe doesn't know that  Undercover lover, left a rubber in the sack    Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh  Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh    Darling, we've got to talk  I feel like a whore, taking the back door  Things have got to change  I don't want to blacken my name or be to blame    Darling, we've got to talk  I feel like a whore, taking the back door  Things have got to change  I don't want to blacken my name or be to blame    Undercover lover's been playing my 45s  Undercover lover's been at my cherry pie  Undercover lover's been grooming my bride  Undercover lover's got you batting both sides  Undercover lover's gonna put me inside  Undercover lover's got it right between the eyes  Undercover lover is in for a surprise  Undercover lover left a rubber in my ride    Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh  Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh    Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh  Hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, hideaway, away, away, away, oh    these lyrics are last corrected by tascha