I'll be gone like the moon when the sun comes up
Gone like the dew from the buttercup
Gone like a woman treated wrong
If you need me, I'll be gone
So, what am I still doing here?
You've been doin' me wrong for years
Tired of pickin' up and puttin' out
I'm leaving you lock, stock, and house
So, bye, bye, baby
That's it, I'm packed
I'm a'leavin' now, but I'll call back
And leave this message on the code-a-phone
Sayin', if you need me, well, I'll be gone
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To be continued... |