Quittin’ You

I don’t know what I was thinking,
You were no good but you could do some fancy talking
I know your tricks and delight for a Gumball Machine (nooo…)
You can keep you quarter man
'Cause you won’t get nothing sweet out of me
I’m quitting, (quitting), quitting, (quitting), quitting, I’m quitting you
Like a girl wants her chocolate, yeah,
I know that I’ll miss you
But I’m quitting, (quitting), quitting, (quitting), quitting,
I’m not kidding I’m kicking you,
Cause you’re my bad habit
And I’m quitting you
I don’t know what the heck you’re thinking
It’s gonna, gonna take a better man,
I bet, to win my hand,
I’m not gonna play your game,
I don’t like the high stakes,
I’d rather sit alone at home
Than one more round of, Oh man
I’m quitting, (quitting), quitting, (quitting), quitting, I’m quitting you
Like a gambler leaving Vegas,
Boy, you know that I’ll miss you
But I’m quitting, (quitting), quitting, (quitting), quitting,
I’m not kidding I’m kicking you,
Cause you’re my bad habit
And I’m quitting
Cold turkey, giving you the cold shoulder,
Off, like a band-aid, one quick sting, then it’s over
I’m quitting, (quitting), quitting, (quitting), quitting,
I’m not kidding I’m kicking you,
Cause you’re my bad habit
And the good Lord won’t have it,
You’re my bad habit
And I’m quitting you, you, yeah yeah yeah