You keep your distance that's for sure

You led me to believe you're an open door

But when I reached for your handle

I learned otherwise

You handed fiction out in paperback

Eight hundred pages

Lined from the top to the bottom with the words come here

And I read every last word

When I'm nice you're disinterested

(Woo-ooh)

When I'm an asshole you're offended

(Woo-ooh)

You're a lure with no prize

A chase with no catch

You're perfect

Runaway

Though I'm never gonna lock you down

(Woo-ooh)

You're always gonna be around

(Woo-ooh)

If I follow slow

You'll wait up for me

You're to blame

Runaway

There's a problem with your temperature

I did my best

I tried my best

To warm you down

But you froze my thermometer

Your time is a magical thing

Like this curse that you put on me

If you aren't willing to give me yours

Why should I waste mi-ine

That is in the "I" of the word

When I'm nice you're disinterested

(Woo-ooh)

When I'm an asshole you're offended

(Woo-ooh)

You're a lure with no prize

A chase with no catch

You're perfect

Runaway

Though I'm never gonna lock you down

(Woo-ooh)

You're always gonna be around

(Woo-ooh)

If I follow slow

You'll wait up for me

You're to blame

Runaway

When I'm nice you're disinterested

(Woo-ooh)

When I'm an asshole you're offended

(Woo-ooh)

You're a lure with no prize

A chase with no catch

You're perfect

Runaway

Though I'm never gonna lock you down

(Woo-ooh)

You're always gonna be around

(Woo-ooh)

If I follow slow

Your luring eyes

You're to blame

Runaway