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Brooke Allison The Kiss-off (goodbye) Thought You Might Wanna Know Written by: Robert palmer / kasia livingston A funny thing happened to me Last night i went to a movie Just to hang out with the ladies Said you couldn't make it Said you'd be workin' late But there you were down in row three Holdin' some other baby tightly I wished it all was a bad dream Then i saw you kissin' Boy you better listen up Don't need you that much You're not special enough To make me take a number For your love I thought you might wanna know Why i'll be letting you go Said you loved me But you're just another gigolo I thought you might wonder why I have to tell you goodbye You think i need you baby but i don't I thought you might wanna know My girl saw you by the club door Followed you out on the dance floor Don't know what you goin' there for Didn't see your crew there No one that you knew there But my girl got my back so she stuck around Heard you givin' the 411 out So many times that she lost count Thank you mr. lover but you were to discover me When a woman loves you (and) you play her off like a fool You think you got your game on But you lose I thought you might wanna know Why i'll be letting you go Said you loved me But you're just another gigolo I thought you might wonder why I have to tell you goodbye Think i need you baby but i don't I thought you might wanna know Oh-oh and i guess you'll be fine on your Own but i don't really care if you won't Hey yeah hey yeah I thought you might wanna know Why i'm letting you go I thought you might wanna know Why i'll be letting you go Said you loved me But you're just another gigolo I thought you might wonder why I have to tell you goodbye Think i need you baby but i don't I thought you might wanna know I thought you might wanna know |
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