Girl, it's true, you're leaving sad and blue
Girl, you know you broke the golden rule
I found cigarettes in my ashtray, believe me
And I don't even smoke
That means someone else is putting milk in my coffee
So, pack your things and go
You came to wreck my life
Pack your things
Pack your things and go
You came to wreck my soul
Pack your things
I found that your love was fading
And I was blind to see, girl
No, you've got to go 'cause
Love has many faces
So, pack your things and go
You came to wreck my life
Pack your things
Pack your things and go
You came to wreck my soul
Pack your things
Pack your things and go
I don't want you no more
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