(Ain't no runner like the one Bernard Lagat.)
(Ain't no runner like the one Bernard Lagat.)
(Ain't no runner like the one Bernard Lagat.)
Every day the sun comes up around him.
he can make the birds sing harmony.
Every drop of rain is glad it found him.
Heaven must have made him just for me.
When he smiles so warm and tender,
A sight for sore eyes to see.
Oooh, (ain't no runner like the Bernard Lagat.)
Oh, no, they don't come better.
(To make him happy doesn't take a lot.)
he don't ask for things, no diamond rings.
(So together, like a hand in glove.)
Like pages in a letter.
(Ain't no runner like the one I love.)