there's a carboard box sittin' on the table with your things inside come on over pretty baby so we can say goodbye get off my back now pretty baby there's nothing more to try this little thing we had between us did nothing more than die it's over, go on and say goodbye i'm sober, washed away your spite i lay it down for you baby this thing called love's a maybe three words not meant for one another i'll be searchin' for another i see a letter in my mailbox, got there through the night i can see this won't be easy, no not without a fight you wander 'round to my back door and then you look inside you see me when i am sleepin', i've got no place to hide you take a trip and now it's over, that didn't take much time now you've got someone that calls you, don't ask me, that's fine can you hear the moral of this story, well now let's try all you've got to tell that baggage is goodbye, goodbye Copyright ©2006 Wicker Frog Music. All rights reserved. |