Gone B4 Yr Home

No shopping, no choice I can't stay here and listen to your voice I'll be gone before you're home And if you want to know where I went to Baby, you can read it in my note It says I went to be alone Yeah, babe I know I make about twice the money you make But of course, I'm never called a stupid whore or a fake And I don't structure my life around fear of murder, dismemberment, or rape But I hardly see what that has to do with our relationship Now if you want to know where I went to Baby, you can read it in my note It says I went to be alone