Yeah, I'm tired of crying
Tired of worrying too
Well, I made up my mind, baby
Of what I'm going to do
I got my clothes in a matchbox
I'm gonna forget about you
Well, I tried to tell you many times
But I never could do it
You believe me, baby
Well, this time I'm through
I got my clothes in a matchbox
I'm gonna forget about you
I've gotta fly baby
And I've been thinking harder
And rough on you
Don't try to get me back now, baby
Because baby I'm through
I got my clothes in a matchbox
Gonna forget about you
