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Nancy McCallion: music

The Leaving Kind

(Nancy McCallion)
The man I love don’t give me the love I need
I got one foot in the door and one foot on the street
This love of mine, has become a grind
He tisk, he sigh, he mope, he whine
Sometimes I think it’s leaving time
And I’m the leavin’ kind

I’m the leavin’ kind
Can’t take no more
Don’t plead and cry
Just say goodbye
And hold the door

The man I love don’t pay no attention to me
When I come home he’s watching that TV
Lucille Ball, local news
Any rerun show will do
It won’t be long before we’re through
‘Cause I’m the leavin’ kind

My mind’s made up I’m leavin’ him tonight
And he’ll be sorry he didn’t treat me right
Then I come home
There’s nothing there
No TV, no refridgitaire
He left me flat without a care
He’s the no good leaving kind

He’s the leaving kind
Can’t take no more
Don’t plead and cry
Just say goodbye
And hold the door