I met a little fellow just the other day. I knew that I really liked him right away. His lips were so shiny, his eyes were so bright, but my mom gave me this advice. That's okay, just let him walk away. That's okay, just let him go and stay. You should know this feeling isn't real. Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah. That's okay, just let him walk away. That's okay, just let him go and stay. You should know you really don't love him. Wanting him was my heart's desire. One kiss from him set my lips on fire. I knew that I wanted him for always, but my mom had these words to say. That's okay, just let him walk away. That's okay, just let him go and stay. You should know this feeling isn't real. Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah. That's okay, just let him walk away. That's okay, just let him go and stay. You should know you really don't love him. And now that he's left me, I don't know what to do. He'll probably go out and find somebody new. Now that my life is filled with emptiness, this is what my mom still says. That's okay, just let him walk away. That's okay, just let him go and stay. You should know this feeling isn't real. Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah. That's okay, just let him walk away. That's okay, just let him go and stay. You should know you really don't love him. That's okay, that's okay, that's okay, that's okay.