Texty: Gilbert Osullivan. I'm About.

I don't believe you'd let me d own I don't believe you'd go But lately you're avoided me If something's wrong You know The least you should do Is tell me what you Think's wrong and we'll work it out If you don't I'm about To be faced with a problem only you Know how to explain Although I've tried a hundred times Even looked inside my brain Yet all I could see Was that you and me Were getting along just fine Think I'm about to be binded and thrown Into a room wallpapered with gloom And furnished with memories I No longer believe in cause someone's deceiving me I won't say who I don't have to Yet all I could see Was that you and me Were getting along just fine Think I'm about to be binded and thrown Into a room wallpapered with gloom And furnished with memories I No longer believe in cause someone's deceiving me I won't say who I don't have to I don't believe you'd let me d own I don't believe you'd go But lately you're avoided me If something's wrong You know The least you should do Is tell me what you Think's
wrong and we'll work it out If you don't I'm about