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 Im 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. Im 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. Im 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