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