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This here ain't no love song
And it ain't for you
It's for the folks who relate to what
I've been going through
It's for the 40 hour overtime workin' man
And to the good women out there
I know you'll understand

Why don't you run off to LA
And lose your mind
And get some energy doctor to tell you
Everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fuckin' house
Get out

They say
All we need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman 
Is too high maintenance, yeah
I'm a hatin' to admit it
Even if it's your wife
Tell her, 'Pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life'

It's a classic line baby
I just wanna be friends
But baby my friends don't have the keys to my
Mercedes Benz, no
I think I know what you mean
You wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems
But we don't fuck
Ain't that right
I had plenty of friends before I met you
I don't need no more
So now I think it's time you started headin'
Out for that door
And even though I feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life
Oh yeah

They say all we need is just
A little patience, yeah
But what do you do when
Your woman is too high maintenance
I know
I'm a hatin' to admit it even if it's your wife
Tell her to pack your bags
And take the first train out of my life

Why don't you run off to LA
And lose your mind
You've got 15 minutes and I think you're
Wasting time, yeah
It's easy to see when you've lost your mind
But here I'll be when you decide to
Come back blind
You were a Midwest girl who says she liked
To drink beer and hang
And now you're walkin' red carpets talkin'
New York hip hop slang
And even though I might break down
And cry tonight
Please pack your shit and take the first train
Out of my life
Oh yeah yeah

Why don't you run off to LA

©2001 Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp/Thirty Two Mile Music / 
      Old Crow Music / Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp