You've got a way of saying goodbye You make me feel crazy, you make me want to die You've got a way of holding my heart out to the fire You've got a way of using your words To cut right through me like the edge of a sword You've got a way of turning my daydreams into night... You've got a way You've got a way Baby, why don't you save me, why don't you hold me in your arms? Baby, why don't you save me, why don't you hold me in your arms? So don't look at me as if to say, "How are you?" So don't look inquire as to my affairs, when you really don't care, you really don't care...(you're really don't care)... You've got a way You've got a way...