Well, you walked in and knocked me right out of my seat
How could a pretty little boy have made such a fool outta me?
You better run for cover
You better get on your knees
You better think about it and/then turn around leave

I'm ready to let you go
I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
I'm tired of feelin' low
I'm getting ready
To let you go

Well you won't find me cryin' in my drink
I got a little black dress and my toes are painted pink
My brother said to tell you your tires look kind of low
My daddy says he knows of a lake where no one goes

I'm ready to let you go
I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
I'm tired of feelin' low
I'm getting ready
To let you go

Maybe someday the truth will set you free
Til that day keep your lyin' hands off me
Oh,

I'm ready to let you go
I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
I'm tired of feelin' low
I'm getting ready
I'm ready to let you go
I'm reaching for something that I can't hold
I'm tired of feelin' low
I'm getting ready
To let you go