Lyrics
Yes, I'm tired of sighin', tired of worryin' too
I've made up my mind, what I'm gonna do
I got my clothes in a matchbox, I'm gonna forget about you
I've said it a many times, but I never could do
You believe me, baby, this time I'm through
I got my clothes in a matchbox, I'm gonna forget about you
You treat me like a baby, but I'm no fool
I may look like a rich, but I'm no fool
I got my clothes in a matchbox, I'm gonna forget about you
Now when things get harder, and rough on you
Don't try to get me back, because baby, I'm through
I got my clothes in a matchbox, I'm gonna forget about you