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 you