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Friday night you and your boys went out to eat Then they hung out But you came home around three If six of y'all went out Then four of you were really cheap Cause only two of you had dinner I found your credit card receipt Chorus 1 It's not right But it's okay 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 okay I'm gonna make it anyway Close the door behind you Leave your key I'd rather be alone Than unhappy I'll pack your bags So you can leave town for a week The phone rings And then you look at me You said it was one of your friends Down on 54th St. So why did 213 Show up on your Caller I.D. Chorus 2 I've been through all of this before So how could you think That I would stand around And take some more Things are gonna change That's why you have to leave So don't turn around to see my face There's no more tears left here For you to see Was it really worth you going out like that See I'm moving on And I refuse to turn back See all of this time I thought I had somebody down for me It turns out You were making a fool of mee Chorus1 (5x until fade) Get This Ringtone

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