Yeah I’m tired of sighing
tired of worrying you too
I’ve made up my mind
what I’m gonna do
I’ve got my clothes in a matchbox
gonna forget about you

I’ve tried to tell you many times
but I never could do it
you believe me baby, this time I’m through
I got my clothes in a matchbox
I’m gonna forget about you

Now when things get harder and rough on you
you don’t try to get me back, baby
Because I’m through
I’ve got my clothes in a matchbox
I’m gonna forget about y