Its killin me to write the word "goodbye"
Ive wadded up and tossed a thousand tries
We both know the reason
There aint nothing to explain
But I know that my leavin
Will spare us both the pain
Desiree I cant hold you any longer
Desiree you love his money more than me
And the taxis at the gate
I guess all thats left to say
Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page
"I love you Desiree"
Itd be easier to leave if I were mad
But its hard to lose the best youll ever have
And to write this note to you
Was the hardest thing to do
But not as hard as bein a poor boy
Who cant afford a girl like you
God, I love you Desiree
But I just cant take it anymore
I wont be around for your goodbye
I wont be around for your goodbye
You love his money more than me
I wont be around for your goodbye
You love his money more than me
I wont be around for your goodbye
Oh you love his money, you love it more than me
I was just a fool who couldnt see
That you love his money, you love it more than me
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