Well, you walked in and knocked me right of my seat How could a pretty little boy have made such a fool outta me? You better run for cover You better get on your knees You better think about it and/then turn leave
I'm ready to let you go I'm reaching for something that I can't hold tired of feelin' low getting ready To let you go
Well you won't find me cryin' in my drinks I got a little black and my toes are painted pink My brother said to tell you your tires look kind of low My daddy says he knows of a lake where no one goes
ready to let you go I'm reaching for something that I can't hold I'm tired of feelin' low I'm getting ready To let you go
Maybe the truth will set free Til that day keep your lyin' hands off me Oh,
I'm ready to let you go I'm reaching for that I can't hold I'm tired of feelin' low I'm getting ready I'm ready to let you go I'm reaching for something that I can't hold I'm tired of feelin' low getting ready To let you go