Friday Night You and your boys went out to eat Then they hung out You came home around three. Now if six of ya'll went out then four of you were really cheap. Cause only two of you had dinner I found your credit card receipt.
It's not right But it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway. Pack your bags up and leave. And don't you dare come Running back to me.
It's not right But it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Close the door behind you Leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappy
I'm packing bags so you can leave town for a week The phone rings then you look at me Why'd you look at me? You said it was one of your friends Down on 54th street So why did 213 Show up on your caller ID. I've been through all this before Don't think about it Don't think about it Get gone Get gone Things are gonna change, Baby You don't stand no chance boy You don't stand a chance Will you turn around There's no more tears for you to see Now it's really worth you going out like that
See I'm moving on And I refuse to turn back See all of this time I thought I had somebody down for me It turns out You were making a fool of me.
It's not right But it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway. Pack your bags up and leave. And don't you dare come Running back to me.
It's not right But it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Close the door behind you Leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
