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