2. Hanging ’round

Well you treated me bad
You chased her away
You said you wanted me back
But that never stayed
You want to make up your mind
But you never do
And all of this time
I’ve been waiting for you

Well I’m not hanging ’round no more
I’m not hanging ’round no more

’cause there’s birds on the line
And spring in the air
And it’s about time
That I started to care
About something that’s golden
Something that’s free
Something that’s precious
And right next to me

I’m not hanging ’round no more
I’m not hanging ’round no more

So hello darling
Don’t you look fine
Would you like to go walking
Lose track of the time
Lose track of the evening
Lose track of the stars
Lose track of the ending
In each other’s arms

’cause I’m not hanging ’round no more
I’m not hanging ’round no more
I’m not hanging ’round no more
I’m not hanging ’round no more

(c) Timothy Hull

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