well you walked in and knocked me right out of my seat how could a pretty little boy make such a fool outta me you better run for cover you better get on your knees you better think about it then turn around and leave i m ready to let you go i m reaching for something that i can t hold i m tired of feeling low i m getting ready to let you go well you won t find me crying in my drink i got a little black dress and my toes are painted pink oh 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 feeling low i m getting ready to let you go maybe someday the truth will set you free til that day keep your lying 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 feeling 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 feeling low i m getting ready to let you go