Walk Away

You gotta know girl, man, this life, it’s an open book.
So why ya still out there?
Take a picture if ya wanna look
You’re walkin', you’re stalkin', it feels better when you’re over there.
But please, I don’t mean…
I don’t care
You’re always at my favourite haunts in my neighbourhood, workin' me everyday.
If you really want to make me feel good, turn your back, walk away.
The papers and magazines they don’t let a story get ruined by truth.
Out on the FM airwaves gettin' requests from the angry youth.
You’re callin', come crawlin' out of the mud like a troglodyte.
I swear — if you’re gonna bark, I’m gonna bite.
You’re always at my favourite haunts in my neighbourhood,
sellin' me everyday.
And if you really want to make me feel good, turn your boots — walk away.
Just click your heels and walk away.
I dream you’re at my favourite haunts in my neighbourhood tellin' me everyday
that you really want to make me feel good and then you just walk away.
You just click your heels and walk away.
You just turn your back and walk away.