Well, you walked in and knocked me right out of my seat
How could a pretty little boy make such a fool out of me
Oh, you better run for cover, you better get on your knees
You better think about it then turn around and leave

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... to let you go

Well you won´t find me cryin´ in my drink
I got a little black dress and my toes are painted pink
Oh, my brother said to tell you you´re 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 you´re 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