Pick up your bags you´ve got some leavin' to do
I don´t care about you, care about you.
Word on the street you´ve got some growin´ to do
I don´t care about you, care about you.
It´s funny how money can make hateful words
from honey sweet talking men.
I can´t say I´ll miss you but I´ll miss the face
you wore when you left.
Now didn´t you ever learn not to break a heart
you never earned.
My mama said that every man is only worth his
unbroken word.
So I can´t say I´ll miss ya, but I´ll miss the face
you wore when you left.
And I promise I wont forget ya, wont forget the
things you make me regret.