Gone B4 Yr Home

No shopping, no choice

I can't stay here and listen to your voice

I'll be gone before you're home

And if you want to know where, I went to

Then baby you, can read it in my note

It says I went to be alone

Yeah babe,

I know I make about twice the money you make

But of course, i'm never called a stupid whore or a fake

And i don't structure my life

Around fear of murder, dismemberment, or rape

But i hardly see what that has to do with our relationship

Now if you want to know where, i went to

Baby you can read it in my note