Song | Stop |
Artist | Harlan T. Bobo |
Album | Too Much Love |
I saw you walkin down the street the other day | |
I went to you, and you just turned away | |
So I called you on the phone that night | |
Your roommate says your not home | |
But uh, I could hear you talkin in the background. | |
And everytime I go out I run into your friends | |
And they look at me like I’m some kind of demon | |
Like I got horns stickin out of my head | |
Babe…I know you don’t wanna tell me what you’re thinkin | |
But I’ve got news for you | |
I can read your mind dear | |
Know what you’re thinking dear | |
You can’t hide anything from me | |
So stop… | |
Actin so strange. | |
Now if all of your hopes and your dreams don’t work out the way you planned | |
Well, I can’t take all the blame for that. | |
You see I honestly believe what you and I have is somethin precious | |
Sometimes precious things don’t last | |
So don’t tell me bout love | |
Cause my messy feelins they weren’t love | |
And you can’t hide | |
You can’t hide | |
I feel the same as you | |
I can read your mind, dear. | |
Know what you’re thinkin, dear. | |
You can’t hide anything from me | |
So stop……fa lala flow | |
Stop stop stop stop stop stop (fa lala flow) stop stop stop stop | |
Fa lalalala stop stop stop stop stop stop fa lalalalala stop |
I saw you walkin down the street the other day | |
I went to you, and you just turned away | |
So I called you on the phone that night | |
Your roommate says your not home | |
But uh, I could hear you talkin in the background. | |
And everytime I go out I run into your friends | |
And they look at me like I' m some kind of demon | |
Like I got horns stickin out of my head | |
Babe I know you don' t wanna tell me what you' re thinkin | |
But I' ve got news for you | |
I can read your mind dear | |
Know what you' re thinking dear | |
You can' t hide anything from me | |
So stop | |
Actin so strange. | |
Now if all of your hopes and your dreams don' t work out the way you planned | |
Well, I can' t take all the blame for that. | |
You see I honestly believe what you and I have is somethin precious | |
Sometimes precious things don' t last | |
So don' t tell me bout love | |
Cause my messy feelins they weren' t love | |
And you can' t hide | |
You can' t hide | |
I feel the same as you | |
I can read your mind, dear. | |
Know what you' re thinkin, dear. | |
You can' t hide anything from me | |
So stop fa lala flow | |
Stop stop stop stop stop stop fa lala flow stop stop stop stop | |
Fa lalalala stop stop stop stop stop stop fa lalalalala stop |