Slim Whitman Follow

You scream, your center of attention
Settle out of court, don't want to make a scene
Automatic reputation

Guided by voices and led by thieves
Don't move to California
And sell me out, 'cause I won't sell me out

Say what you want to
Face to face, or nothing matters at all
That's what you get, don't talk around it

Stop reading my mind
And make the telephone ring
Waiting for the white out
Put your soul on ice
'Cause you can't come clean
It takes one to fake one, forget about it

Say what you want to
Face to face, or nothing matters at all
That's what you get, don't talk around it

At seventeen I had a break down
A psychic reading and a new sound
I wanna talk about the clear blue morning
You read it, get it? Oh, now forget about it

Say what you want to
Face to face, or nothing matters at all
That's what you get, don't talk around it

You scream, your center of attention
Settle out of court, don't want to make a scene