Friday night

You and your boys went out to eat

Then they hung out

But 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

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 keys

I'd rather be alone than unhappy.

I'm packing bags so you can leave town for a week, yes I am

The phone rings then you look at me

Why'd you turn and 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 a chance, boy

You don't stand a chance

Don't you turn around

There's no more tears left here for you to see.

Was it 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 with 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

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 keys

I'd rather be alone than unhappy.