(Walk away, walk away)
I watched her struggle with her luggage
The possessions of a girl possessed
I offered her my help and she took my shoulder
And cried like a girl obsessed
I said you wouldn't want a lover
Who acts sentimental and gave the wishful thinking a rest
She said his parting shot was the problems you got
And the boys who will suit you the best
Sometimes I get so sentimental
Sometimes I can hardly breathe
Sometimes I want to take you in my arms
And make you understand me, oh-oh-oh
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
But not from me
Oh, I can't understand this passionate ritual
One step to the bottom of your heart
And I'm up to my neck in the fountain of pleasure
And I'm up to my neck in your heart
Sometimes I get so sentimental
Sometimes I can hardly breathe
Sometimes I want to take you in my arms
And make you understand me, oh-oh-oh
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
But not from me
Sometimes I get so sentimental
Sometimes I can hardly breathe
Sometimes I want to take you in my arms
And make you understand me, oh-oh-oh
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away, why don't you
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away, why don't you
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away, (walk away, walk away)
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away, why don't you
Walk away, walk away
Walk away, walk away
Walk Away was written by Belouis Some.
Walk Away was produced by Michael Barbiero & Steve Thompson.