Friday night you and your boys
Went out to eat
Then they hung you
But you came home around three
Now if six of youīll went out
Then four of you were really cheap
'Cause only two of you had dinner
I found your credit card receipt
Chorus:
Itīs not right, but itīs okay
Iīm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And donīt you dare come
Running back to me
Itīs not right, but itīs okay
Iīm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you
Leave your key
Iīd rather be alone than unhappy
I packed your bags
So you can leave town for a week
yes I am
The phone rings
Then you look at me
(Whyīd you turn
And look at me)
You said it was one of your friends
down on 54th street
So why did 213 show up
On your caller I'd
Iīve been through all this before
(So how could you think)
don't think about it
don't think about it
(That I would stand around
And take some more)
get gone, get gone
(Things are gonna change)
'Cause I wonīt be a fool anymore
Thatīs why you have to leave
So donīt turn around
To see my face
'Cause thereīs no more tears
Left here for you to see
was it really worth
You goinī out like that
See Iīm moving on
And I refuse to turn back
See all this time
I thought I had somebody
Down for Whitney
It turns out
You were makinī a fool of me oh