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Walk Away
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Jazz
Walk Away was released on May 30, 1972 by Rhino Atlantic as a part of the album Movin' On
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Release DateMay 30, 1972
LabelRhino Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
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Lyrics

A woman playing crazy should be subject to a swish
Why treat her like a lady when she'd rather be a bitch?
You guard her against the S.O.B.'s who are panting after her
Until she lets you know that she's just one more female cur
Then when her nature bubbles up, ain't nothing you can do
But drink that bitter trouble cup all bitches love to brew
Or else give her a whipping, that is if you're so inclined
You're ready for her nipping and her yelping, you won't mind
But best for you, find someplace new to go and pet and play
Give her a pat, just tip your hat and slowly walk away
Walk away, hey, hey, hey
I say, walk away
A woman who turns bitchy brings disorder to your life
It doesn't matter which she is, your sweetheart or your wife
When she has on her habits, you're her dirty dog and soon
She'll have you running rabbit, boy, and baying at the moon
Her scowling and her growling and her barking and her biting
Her sniffing and her prowling and her howling in the night
Will hound you till one day you find you're chasing your own tail
And soon or late she'll play you off against some other male
Soon or late you're gonna hate your mate, so 'fore she goes astray
Give her a pat, just tip your hat and slowly walk away
Walk away, hey, hey, hey
I say, walk away
"But wait!" you say. You love her, you'll forgive and you'll forget
And you ain't set to shove her just clean out your life right yet
In that case let us hope you're hip to what's in store for you
Once you decide to stay and sip that cocktail bitches brew
For added irritation, she will organize a pack
Pick up inspiration from how other bitches act
They'll give each other recipes for mixing up a mess
For cooking up calamities and dishing out distress
If you are wise, you'll realize it makes no sense to stay
Give her a pat, just tip your hat and slowly walk away
Walk away, hey, hey, hey
I say, walk away
A junkie or a wino is afflicted with a curse
But a bitch who's halfway fine, oh man, afflicts one even worse
Her pouncing and her flirting are designed to make you think
That she may be deserting you at almost any wink
And fine or no, she's happy when she guesses you are sad
She's snippy and she's snappy and she's damn near always mad
The girl you had such luck with, who was tender, sweet and loyal
Becomes someone you're stuck with in a canine battle royal
Therefore, old pard, although it's hard, each dog must have his day
Give her a pat, just tip your hat and slowly walk away
Walk away, hey, hey, hey
I say, walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
I say, walk away
Walk away
Walk away
I say, walk away
Walk away
I say, walk away
Written by: Oscar Brown, Jr.
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