Takin' my time,
Usin' my line,
Tryin' to decide what to do.
Looks my my stop,
Don't wanna get off,
Got myself hung up on you.
Seems to me,
You don't want to talk about it.
Seems to me,
You just turn your pretty head and
Walk Away
Places I've known,
Things that I'm growin',
Don't taste the same without you.
I got myself in
The worst mess I've been
And I find myself startin' ta doubt you.
Seems to me,
We talk all night, here comes the morning.
Seems to me,
You ignore just what was said and
Greet the day (solo)
seems to me,
you don't wanna talk about it.
Seems to me
You don't wanna talk about it.
Seems to me,
You just turn your pretty head and
Walk Away.
I've got to cool myself down,
Stompin' around,
Thinking some words I can't name ya.
Meet you halfway,
Got nothin' to say,
Still I don't 'spose I can blame ya.
Seems to me,
You don't wanna talk about it.
Seems to me,
You justturn your pretty head and
You just turn your pretty head and
Walk away.
Walk Away.

"Fabo"