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Nancy McCallion: Lyrics

The Leaving Kind

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