Wind your neck back in babe. You've got nothing different to say. You contradict yourself so much, darling That I don't listen anyway.
Crawl on back to his house. I'm sure you were anyway. 'cos I've got nothing left for you, darling So there's no reason for you to stay.
But she's got regrets 'cos she edged her bets both ways. Oh, she's got regrets 'cos she edged her bets both ways.
So walk on if that's all you think of me; If that's all you wanted to be, Oh then you're never going to see So walk on with me.
I suppose this is my fault. I don't mind taking the blame As long as you can turn to me and admit That you and me are both the same.
But she's got regrets 'cos she edged her bets both ways. Oh, she's got regrets 'cos she edged her bets both ways.
So walk on if that's all you think of me; If that's all you wanted to be, Oh then you're never going to see So walk on.
Walk on If that's all you think of me; If that's all you wanted to be, Oh then you're never going to see You and me were never meant to be.
But she's got regrets 'cos she edged her bets both ways. Oh, she's got regrets 'cos she edged her bets both ways.
So walk on if that's all you think of me; If that's all you wanted to be, Oh, then you're never going to see So walk on.
Walk on If that's all you think of me; If that's all you wanted to be, Oh then you're never going to see So walk on.
Oh, walk on If that's all you think of me; If that's all you wanted to be, Oh then you're never going to see You and me were never meant to be.
Compositores: Mark Whitmore Evans (Mark Evans), Patrick Jordan, Christopher Parmley, Matthew Evan Chipchase (Matthew Chipchase), David Coombe, Graham Luke Evans, Andrew Parmley ECAD: Obra #4268163