Friday Night You and your boys went out to eat
Then they hung out
You came home around three.

Now if six of ya'll went out
then four of you were really cheap.
Cause only two of you had dinner

I found your credit card receipt.

It's not right

But it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway.
Pack your bags up and leave.

And 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'm packing bags so you can leave town for a week
The phone rings then you look at me

Why'd you look at me?
You said it was one of your friends
Down on 54th street

So why did 213
Show up on your caller ID.
I've been through all this before

Don't think about it
Don't think about it
Get gone

Get gone
Things are gonna change, Baby
You don't stand no chance boy

You don't stand a chance
Will you turn around
There's no more tears for you to see

Now it's 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 me.


It's not right
But it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway.

Pack your bags up and leave.
And 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