Friday night you and your boys went out to eat
Then they hung out
But you came home around three
Yes you did If six of y'all went out
Then four of you are really cheap, yeah
Cuz only two of you had dinner
I found your credit card receipt
(Chorus):
It's not right, but it's ok
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags, up and leave
Don't you dare come running back to me
It's not right, but it's ok
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy
I pack a bag so you can leave town for a week, yes I am
The phone rings and then you look at me
(Why turn and look at me)
You said it was one of your friends
Down on 54th street, boy
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID
(I've been through all of this before)
I've been through all of this before
(So go out an dget your things)
Don't think about it, don't think about it
(And all the sleeping around, it takes some, boy )
They gon' get yours
(Things are gonna change)
Things are gonna change, baby
( Cuz I won't be your fool anymore)
You don't stand a chance, boy
(That's why you'll have to leave)
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(So don't turn around to see my face)
Don't you turn around
There's no more tears left here for you to see
Was it really worth you going out like that
Tell me boy
See I'm moving on
And I refuse to turn back, yeah
See all of this time
I thought I had somebody down for Whitney
It turns out you were making a fool of me, yeah
(Repeat chorus until fade)
