Dear Mr. You Know Who

Speaking of papers, this paper's to inform you, I'm gone

Me, the furniture, and your money

Tired of playing number two now

Tired of waiting 'round for you now

Here's what I'm gonna do now

I'm getting out

Tired of crying on my pillow

Feel like a freakin' willow

Listen to what I tell you

I'm getting out

Baby, all of the pain weh mi takin'

Don't worth the mediocre slam weh mi gettin'

Can't tell you how much mi tired of your flexin'

Read my resignation here in my eyes

Mi want a man but mi don't want the strappings

Me playing second fiddle just nah go happen

I really don't mind getting a whoppin'

But be a slam the rude girl, nah go compromise

Listen to mi sayin'

I'm tired of playing number two now

Tired of waiting 'round for you now

Here's what I'm gonna do now

I'm getting out

Tired of all your stupid lies now

Tired of your alibis now

This is where the story dies now

I'm getting out

Stephen King nor Sidney Sheldon

No possess such a vivid imagination

Fi come up with so much fiction

But after tonight all the waiting done

'Cause mi say mi sit down and a wait in vain

And I don't think you're even worth the pain

Mi a pull over to a different lane

Listen to mi sayin'

Tired of all your stupid lies now

Tired of your alibis now

This is where the story dies now

I'm getting out

No longer will I doubt ya

I couldn't care less about ya

Guess I'll just live without ya

I'm getting out

Tired of playing second best

Living on something that was

And if you don't need my bed, baby

Somebody else does

Baby, all of the pain weh mi takin'

Don't worth the mediocre slam weh mi gettin'

Can't tell you how much mi tired of your flexin'

Read my resignation here in my eyes

Mi want a man but mi don't want the strappings

Me playing second fiddle just nah go happen

I really don't mind getting a whoppin'

But be a slam the rude girl, nah go compromise

Listen to mi sayin'

I'm tired of all your stupid lies now

Tired of your alibis now

This is where the story dies now

I'm getting out

No longer will I doubt ya

I couldn't care less about ya

Guess I'll just live without ya

I'm getting out

Stephen King nor Sidney Sheldon

No possess such a vivid imagination

Fi come up with so much fiction

But after tonight all the waiting done