Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

Ain't gonna beg you to stay Ain't no reason running after something already gone Take off your leaving dress Let's do what we do best I guess everybody's got their way of moving on Girl rest your head one more time in my bed Love me like you loved me

Yeah, your lips keep gettin’ in the way You know we should’ve called it a night, babe But goodbye’s something I can’t say Oh, oh, I said thirty more minutes, thirty minutes ago And oh, oh, but we’re still right here and you already know that I should

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

Now would you hate me if I said goodbye So quick you could eat my dust? In the wind from dawn 'til dusk? When you cry, you waste your time Over boys you never liked So keep it light Girl, would it kill you just to throw a little bit of attention? If I

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

And she left a little letter said she's gonna make a stop in Nevada Goodbye, goodbye. Oh, and now she's heading out to California With some money in her pocket she's a rocket on the fourth of July He always found it hard to take her She wouldn't listen

Bet you wish you heard about it. Kiss it goodbye. From Mexico to New York. Blondes from California. East Coast takes the cocaine, West Coast marijuana. You'll be on TV when it starts to snow in hell. You won't believe me, so go and see it for yourself.

Leave me alone, I'm lonely Give me a chance to miss you Say goodbye It'll make me want to kiss you Go away, come back Alone I'm lonely Alone I'm lonely tonight