Breakup

Hang up your vices its time to go home
put on your hat and leave me alone
button your coat and put on your shoes
take all your things but leave all the booze
dont look back there is no romance
no frantic last look or loving last glance
just walk right on out and please close the door
and do leave the key, its not urs anymore
take all your stuff it covers the stairs
your cheap musk cologne your belongings and wares
 leave my abode and dont you come back
the locks will be changed so hit the road jack
dont try and explain i do not wanna hear
dont touch my face or tuck hair behind my ear
you aint welcome no more so wont u go home
please baby begone
please leave me alone