Everything's gotta go make me an offer She left two weeks ago and I couldn't stop her
Throw good money after bad luck expecting something big to change
By now I know she ain't coming back it's time to rearrange
* Take the bed where we made love and the mirror we hung above it
Take this wicker peacock chair cause I don't wanna touch it
It's two for one hearts for sale I can't give away
I'm going out of business every day
Turn off all the lights turn that open sign around
We used to be made of money honey but now we gotta close it down
Tell the banker and the tax man yeah they can have the keys
There's nothing left to repossess except her memory
These shelves are bare and empty but somehow you're still with me
I'm going out of business going out of business
I'll be going out of business every day
