Smoke another cigarette and think about what to do. Don't think you're gonna like to hear this But I'm not coming home to you. I met my love in Amsterdam He says to say hello. He wanted me to change all my plans He begged me not to go. I tried a dozen times to write you a note And every time I called you When you'd answer I just choked. I sit in thei hotel room just down the street I don't even go out afraid of who I'll meet. Living in exile just like Rusholie Don't wanna see anyone, don't want you to see me. Don't know what I'm waiting for Gotta come and get my things. You can keep all the furniture I already mailed back the ring. I met my love in Amsterdam He said to say hello He wanted me to change all my plans He begged me not to go. As I smoke another cigarette And think about what to do I don't think you're gonna like to hear this But I'm not comin' home to you
