Copyright 2009 Ian Marquis, all rights reserved.
Baby, put your clothes on
It's time to go home
Cause I've done some thinking lately
And I really think I'd rather sleep alone
It's really nothing personal, babe, but it's you
Oh, I'mma make this short and sweet
And girl, when I'm done
You had best retreat
Whoa, baby we are through
Baby, it's all you
Babe, it can't be me
Baby, can't you see?
You and me was fun for a while
But it died
And I'm sick of tagging along with you
When there's other places I'd rather ride
Baby, cut your losses
It's time to move on
And girl, I ain't gonna say this again
Step off, get back, I ain't your friend
Whoa, baby we are through
Baby, it's all you
Babe, it can't be me
Baby, can't you see?
There is nothing I can do
It's all up to you
Baby, don't you know?
I've gotta let you go
You think you've got me all figured out
But I'm gonna cut you down
No, baby, you can't fight it
And those times you strung my pride up and down
Well, I got some news for you
And I don't think you're gonna like it
I said a-one, a-two, baby fuck you
Two, three, baby fuck me
Whoa, baby we are through
Baby, it's all you
Babe, it can't be me
Baby, can't you see?
